The light-hearted comments on life of a poet living in Wales. .
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
AUTUMN INSTINCT
As soon as the weather turns colder I start hoarding not nuts or acorns but jams, chutneys - and socks. There is nothing so comforting as a drawer full of new fluffy socks when winter looms and threatens.
Barbara, I haven't received anything from you for over a year. Are you OK?
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