This morning I was walking out of Kwiksave, carrying two heavy bags and a full rucksack of groceries and I found a woman in a large, powered wheelchair blocking my way. I just said something sarcastic to her to express my displeasure and managed to squeeze by.

This incident is typical behaviour for me, I always treat people as I find them. It doesn't mean that I'm rude or inconsiderate towards disabled people - I spent several years doing voluntary work, working with and helping disabled people. But what it does mean is; if I come across someone who's behaviour is causing inconvenience to others (myself included) I will tell them...whether they're in a wheelchair or not.

PARLEY

She speaks
In tongues;
French kissing
The dictionary.

LOVE STORY

Tongue in cheek
They kissed,
Lips burning
With disinfectant.

Yesterday was a lovely day here in Doncaster and so I did a couple of hours gardening, in particular pruning back my buddleia bush - a beautiful bush with a profusion of purple blossom which attracts many butterflies into my garden.

The only problem with buddleia though is how quickly it grows; ten foot per season: and so I have to prune it back to ground level every year, placing the pruned foliage into my wheelie bin because the local council doesn't [yet] operate a garden waste collection service.

For a few months now though the council has been operating a general re-cycling scheme; glass, newspapers and tin cans are to be put into a green plastic box which residents are then to place on the pavement outside their houses...to be emptied at some time later in the day.

I've decided not to participate in this scheme, for two reasons:-

1) The authorities only seem to acknowledge my existence when they want something from me, or for me to do something for them.

2) The fact that if I were to have a green box (full or empty) outside my front door it would inform any potential burglar that there's no-one at home. I live alone and there's no-one to take in the empty box.

FIRST CLASS MAIL

Sunday morning,
Only the rain is calling.

No I.D. needed...
I know her simile
Intimately.

She moves in closer,
Envelopes the mist;
licks her lips and
Then my stamp.

Still half asleep
I remind her
There are no
Deliveries today.