My sight’s improved a bit, slowly, today
Spent last night in occasional agony
My eyeballs felt like eggs a fryin’; they
Turned in their sockets and looked back at me
Sorely tempted to scream, ‘Out, vile jelly!’
But couldn’t cause a scene; we can’t be seen
To disturb the flats’ night-time peace, can we?
Got back off, somehow. Happily seein’
My waking time was nearly ELEVEN! -
I rose, my eyelids opened gingerly,
Releasing waterfalls. Daylight, telly
Too BRIGHT, dammit! Curtains drawn; football’s been
On the radio as I dozed… Then, hey!
Felt much better! Picked up guitar and PLAYED!
Sunday 29 November
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