It's been a hectic working day followed by a fun evening, supporting the local RNLI in their 'sausage and chips' supper at the Victoria and then retiring to the yacht club with the usual Friday night crew. Lots of laughs.

I've had a few and I'm reminded that, once upon a time, I wrote poetry - mostly - when three sheets to the wind.

Reminded

Sheets to the wind?
Minimum of three
Would easily unleash
The poet in me

With a head that thuds
And a heart that bleeds
A goblet free hand 
Is all my mind needs

I'm reminded now
Of so long ago
Having had a few
Enjoying the flow

Pouring out venom
And letting go grief
Confessions of love
Words were my relief