Nine of us today for our Poetry afternoon. We always meet in friend W's conservatory and take it in turns to read a poem. When we are all there (only one missing today) we usually manage three or sometimes four poems each and they are always a good mixture of old ones (I read 'On a favourite cat drowned in a tub of goldfishes' by Thomas Gray) and more up to date ones (Wendy Cope usually features well). Similarly we usually have some sad ones ( Rosetti ) and some funny ones. It really is a favourite afternoon for all of us I am sure.
We have at last had three 'good' days - by that I mean days when the sun has shone (particularly today) and there has been no rain. Looking at the weather forecast I think this is set to alter tomorrow.
Listening to the News I have just heard the appalling story of the immigrants trying to enter the UK illegally and being found dead in a container on the back of a lorry today. We complain about conditions here and all these people are trying to get into our country which is being sold to them as such a wonderful place to live. I think it is evident that we have no idea just how lucky we are in so many ways. I think of the teenager amongst them who presumably has a Mum and a Dad somewhere who may well think he has managed to get to a better life. It is all so very sad. And at the back of it all - as always - is money and lots of it.