Sad to say that I am having severe back problems. I am going to give blogging a miss for a couple of days - I don't suppose it will make any difference but I have to try everything. My back is fine during the day (well, a bit achy but nothing I can't live with) and once I get to sleep it is fine overnight. But getting out of bed in the morning is a real problem and is at present taking me up to half an hour of severe pain (sacro-iliac inflammation I am told). If anyone out there has had a similar problem, I would like to hear any suggestions for getting rid of it.
However, in the meantime this week's poetry bus wants passengers to write about their version of how they see death and the after life.
In so far as I am anything, I suppose I am a humanist. So here is my (slightly tongue-in-cheek) contribution, two days early:-
A Fitting End.
When my time on earth is done
I'd like to be put out in the sun.
Lay me out on a mossy bank
where the crows can come, for I'll be frank
I don't believe in heaven or hell.
So when they toll my passing bell
let the crows eat me at their leisure -
for they have given me hours of pleasure.
When my bones are clean and white,
then you may bury them out of sight,
for people may not like to view
the bones of someone they once knew.
Have a pleasant week-end. Here there is weak sun shining - a lovely change from yesterday.