Monthly Archives: July 2013


Today I did it.
I hadn’t expected to do it.
I hadn’t planned to do it.
In fact, it seems like years since I last did it.
It was great.
It was wonderful.
Deliciously decadent.
Marvellously mischievous.
In sight of the neighbours.
To the rhythmic pounding of someone’s bass track.
I could really get to like it.
Should do it more often.
Because today, without any shame at all . . .

. . . I sat in the garden, in the glorious sunshine, and read the Sunday newspaper.

Nigel Carter