Yeah, hello world. This is a rather distracted blog attempt as I’m being verbally attacked by a shrill 6 year old telling me all about her school council meeting tomorrow.

 Ahh, she’s gone. That’s better.

 Please bear with me as I learn how to use a blog, it’s not that easy when you normally do all your writing on draft emails…..shall I put a poem on?

Yes, I shall.

 This is The Balloon.

 It was first published in August 2009 at Pygmygiant.

The Balloon.

Eh no,
the balloon’s popped.
I thought it would.
I could tell. it felt too full,it was too shiny for me and too saturated with colour.
I looked though, for tiny pinprick holes.
I put my face against the rubber and stopped my breath to feel any tiny leaks.
In checking it so very thoroughly I must have inadvertantly scratched it with my scrabbling fingers, must have held it too tight to my chest, lest it blow away.
Must have worn it thin with the constant caressing.
It’s gone. popped.
I cry so full of feeling the sound comes out fully three minutes after the inbreath. This hurts. This hurts. This hurts.
Well, that will do for now.
 I want to saty and play but I have a house to tidy, children to parent (snort) and a novel to plug away at.
 Bye bye Blog