Dear Mairead
My email address is [log in to unmask]
I don't know if my 'big pc crash' has anything to do with the fault?? I was
off-line for two weeks but over 400 messages had gathered from all corners
over that time. I used to have another email address, but never used it via
the list. Could have been full...
Apart from a flood in my flat yesterday, the very worst thing has happened:
in trawling the pavements of Lowestoft, I picked up a very fancy silver
watch, quite a distance from a shop or people I could pass it onto. Dashing
off to a poetry reading, I forgot about the watch. But here it now sits: my
rules say nothing about going to the police station's lost and found
(indeed, my only experience of Lowestoft police station is a cell --
apparently I'd caused an obstruction on a lonely pavement). What to do?
I've now got lots of paving poems - and lots of found items. My intention is
to publish these poems and attached will be a little piece of Lowestoft. But
who will get the silver watch? Perhaps I'll make criminals of us all?
My poetry reading was on the theme of 'confidence' - the theme of my
collaboration with sculptor Jayne Knowles. Other readers said I seemed very
'confident.' What a hoaxer I must be? No, I find even this list very
difficult. My lack of confidence. I'm sure I'm way off the map re trees,
branches and the roots of Poetry. Perhaps I'll just gather up the dust off
the pavements and hope I can turn it into soil to nurture the odd bloom.
Best wishes, Rupert
Rupert -- is your mailbox full or why is mail sent to your address returned?
If anyone lives around the corner from Rupert please tell him this.
Mairead
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