The one downside, as far as I am concerned, to having regular dates in one's diary, is that it does make every week go past like a rocket.
This applies to my various coffee dates, my hairdresser's appointment, my physiotherapist, and - as far as today is concerned - our Poetry meeting.
If you like poetry then I do encourage you to join a Poetry group. If you can't find one then why not start one yourself? Our group, which always meets on a Wednesday afternoon, usually has somewhere between ten and a dozen there; we meet in a friend's conservatory and each of us reads our favourite poems. Then we have a cup of tea and a biscuit.
Today being our Christmas meeting, most of us chose Christmas poetry. Two of us chose to begin T S Eliot's 'Journey of the Magi' but we both had enough to leave that one out. Instead I started by reading Ogden Nash's 'The boy who laughed at Santa Claus'.
It wasn't all Christmas - we had 'The Highwayman' and 'The Lady of Shallott', both firm favourites with us all. We had Wendy Cope and Pam Ayres, as well as more serious stuff - in fact a good mix.
Ted Hughes is always a firm favourite as is Robert Frost (Christmas Trees).
I always come home thoroughly relaxed - there's nothing like good poetry to put you in a good mood. Give it a try.