Watching

I watch you
You glance around
Looking for me?
You say something to her
She opens her door
Those golden legs swing out
onto the kerb
Her high heels hug it
as she stands


In the doorway,
I’ve left my note
You look around; searching for me?
You pick it up
Your shoulders sigh.
You open it and read aloud
Why did you do that?
She doesn’t need to know
She uses her mobile
To call her lawyer?
To arrange a divorce?
To set you free?
You look up, you see me
in the window

Someone is knocking at the door
Who can that be?
I cut myself from you
Confronted by two policemen
They’re taking me to see the doctor
But I’m not ill.

Spiders

There was something unbelievable in the desk drawer. A whole blob of spiders' eggs, just stuck in the corner like chewing gum under a school desk.
The white globules looked pregnant with little insects all ready to be born into a world where women would scream about their existence and men would gallantly squash them into pieces.
I feel sorry for their little lives.
Soon mother will come along and spot them. The Hoover will be brought out and she'll vaccuum the 'little devils' out of their cosy warm hidey hole. I'll watch as the eggs fight back, stretching like elastic and twanging back into place.
Mother does this herself. She doesn't have a gallant man to squash them.

More ideas

Well I met with the Princes Trust and the woman seems interested in my idea. We talked about my different ideas and business plan. She seemed to like the book shop idea with scones, cakes and drinks being sold.
However, the Hive don't seem to think I'll make any money out of it, which is rather disheartening. In fact, I feel like giving up because of it. I will persevere though as it's what I want to do. Maybe I won't make a profit for the first year or two... maybe I'll break even and build a reputation for myself instead so I make more money in the next years.
Maybe I will fail. This is pretty likely if I don't do enough or the right marketing.
I think I should try to publish some of my writing, perhaps I'll even put it up here.
So far, Mike and I have come up with alot of ideas for me to do including writing, translating, story reading and animal care.
Writing, I can do but I'm not really that confident enough in my ability to write any more. I find it really daunting and re-reading some of my stuff is quite embarrassing for me.
Translating, I'd need to study French again. It's been a long time since I've done any French so goodness knows how I'd do with this. I could always try it as a side line anyway.
Story reading, I have no experience with children. I think this could be a draw back to this. But maybe with a bit of training I could get on well with it.
Animal care, well I've been there, done that. It's very hard work and requires alot of confidence with animals. I have that, but I'm not sure my back could cope with all the bending required to lift dogs. I think I'd need to strengthen my back before I could do this kind of work.
So that's the idea list for the moment. Who knows what'll happen. Everything seems so up in the air.

Down turn

Well it was a bit of a shock yesterday to go into the town centre and see another lady with a second hand book stall. I'm now unsure as to what to do. Should I approach her and ask for information? Should I assume then that there is a market or she wouldn't trade? Should I give up entirely on the idea?

I'm looking at bigger premises but Dan doesn't seem interested in bigger premises. All he sees is a book shop. I would like a cafe and a little sit down area for people to relax and read in.

My keyboard isn't working well so I'll cut this off here. :0)