"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself
a king of infinite space,
were it not that I have bad dreams."
Act II scene ii
17 November 2006
Wall clock says “Go!” Last minute chores…grabbing papers… Switching off…racing home - That tyrant Work at bay At least till miserable Monday Ahead the weekend Like an unexplored valley Lush and green, With hidden delights Memories to be made Words to unravel Places to travel At the football Fagan racing Oafish Stoke defender Just left chasing... And beer and curry And what’s the hurry? Sunday dinner Roast beef and Yorkshire pud Oh man, that Friday feeling Sure feels good!