Looking at the mound of old, slightly damp paper I found in the loft was slightly daunting. How was I going to start sorting through this? Especially when I have so much to do to prepare for the Spring term.
Fortunately a couple of easy wins popped out at me: poems.
Written on a scraps of paper some years ago, it wouldn’t be too difficult to type them out. And here’s my first one: The ‘F’ word.
By tomorrow I need to think of a title for a poem about toilets and ear hair.