Tuesday's child is full of grace.

Spose I should write a blog post today seeing as it's St David's Day and my Birthday but I'm feeling like 'Eeyore' today having cycled from Grangetown to Canton and got soaked in the process, to throw the bike in the old jalopy to head down West to see how everybody is doing, to go and thank the lady who gave birth to me 50 years ago today to the day. It was a Tuesday and Tuesday's child is full of grace. She reminds me that the only thing she had for breakfast that day was burnt toast. I wonder whether that's why I have a thing for burnt toast. Well I need to get my 'tigger' back for tomorrow night because I am hoping to go to this and if I get there early enough and get my name down I might be able to read 3 minutes worth of poems from my 'tigger' coloured book of poems.  I was an Eeyore for decades and I still don't buy the chemical imbalance in the brain business. I buy the 'sensitive soul' line battered and bruised by a cruel uncaring world. That is why I write doggerel. I'm not ashamed to write it. It amuses me, even if it pisses off the more serious bards. So if you'll excuse me, I've got some recitation to practice.

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