A Day in the Life -- Peter Leyland
"A Day in the Life"* The Black Dog lurks, what am I to write about this month? Friday was bad but today is better. Tuesday is usually my favourite day and Thursday can be good, with the poetry group later after the washing and shopping is finished. Thursday then - today. It's not a good drying day - much too cold and misty. A bit of tumble drying - hang the expense. I’ll put the shirts on the chairs around the table; the duvet cover always does well over the bannister. The supermarket won’t be busy until later and there is always coffee to look forward to. You can have too much of that. This morning after collecting my new glasses I go into Costa. A long queue, probably because the rival shop is closed. Not that I mind too much. It is often full of dogs and crying children there, and the staff are constantly changing. Eventually I am served. There are no empty tables. I pick up a full tray of dishes from one of them and carry it around for a bit, searching, but there...