Didn’t make it to ‘The Public’ performances tonight. Too hectic a day and I’m chairing the Writers Without Borders meeting tomorrow morning – plus going to the South African poets performances at the Drum in the night.

Met one of my neighbours carer as he was leaving tonight. Got chatting to him – he’s doing an access course in health and social care, has an assignment he’s struggling with, asked me if I knew anything about psychology and lo and behold I’ve ended up helping him with his assignment via email tonight. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate.

He said I was sent by God – maybe I was jsut in bvthe wrong place at the wrong time. That’ll teach me to keep my big mouth shut.

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About predencia

Author of novels Dare to Love and Betrayed www.pennydixon.com poetry anthology Raw www.cymbalspublishing.co.uk and blogger www.writingcreativelywithspirit.com
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