shiny lucky cat waggles his arm, waggles his arm, waggles his arm

sad
day

We can't help each other. We can only look on.

Dots

Shifting golden coins on rows of trees.
Punctures from happy-cat claws on my knees.

my eyelashes scrape on the pillow - a terrible noise

the hedge moves politely aside for the violent wind in the lumbering lorry's slipstream

crisp leaves drift and swirl... one more year is fading

a glimpse of the nuthatch's elegant upside-down curve behind the trunk

salty olive, crunchy garlic clove

mouse-haired boy, grey striped top, LUMINOUS PINK gloves

love is checking the colour of someone's phlegm

Written in child-like capitals on a banner hung from the motorway bridge: GRACEI - TAKE ME BACK.

trying not to brave the rain, but welcome it

The last group session

We sit in a circle with threads shimmering between us. On the drive home, poppies on the verge.

by the end we are almost singing with one voice

yesterdays porridge is studded with golden apricots

Bad Pictionary player gets the word 'cuff-links'

I draw a picture of hand-cuffs by mistake, and can't understand when nobody gets it.

woken at 7 am

not twelve men breaking into a sudden low hummed chant, but a motorbike turning at the roundabout outside

After singing Taize together in the shrine room

Eamon drops Butlers chocolates one by one into a pan of hot milk: before he stirs, the surface is a moon

sunlight on the turning Rhus, the peacock whorl, the golden buddha's face

chanting wafts up from downstairs like the smell of (vegetarian) bacon

we sit in a large circle and try to suss each other out

what we learnt on my birthday meal

she tells us a single scampi is a 'scampo'

happy birthday to me

a last minute addition to the birthday salad, I pick a punnet of cherry tomatoes with the help of a torch

I harvest crunchy leaves from Fatty's ringletty belly-fur.

tarmac stink sticks its fingers in our noses

it hurts to swallow. ow....... ow....ow....................ow

garlic bread, followed by garlic chocolate

Yum! Yum! Yum!

Three courses, cooked by Esther.

I flirt with the waiter, get a portion of free roast potatoes.

Fatty keeps me company

he likes to stretch out on the carpet nearby