rain falling

This is a poem I wrote a while ago. Using it now is probably wishful thinking as the last few days have been so hot I would actually welcome a bit of cooling rain right now.


Curtain of water,
Familiar blanket of wetness,
Grey skied creator of puddles,
Stealer of the sun;
Drowning warmth in your cold dampness,
Sliding over the street and dripping from drainpipes.
Nature’s percussion
Playing on the ground.

Another Beautiful Poem from Beth Camp


Today’s post is a re-blog of a poem by the wonderfully talented poet, Beth Camp. I subscribe to her blog which I have been following for a while and it is my opinion that her poetry is really good. Click the link and I’m sure you’ll agree.

My favourite place!

Glastonbury Tor and gate

My favourite place is Glastonbury!  I just love it there!  I want to go and live there some day.  Its such a lovely place and I always feel so relaxed there.  I love all the eccentric people wandering around in purple cloaks and green velvet hats (or whatever else they’re wearing)!  It reminds me of Hogwarts!

I feel that Glastonbury is the place where it is easiest to be my authentic self, I don’t have to pretend there, I can just be.  I see it as a spiritual centre and a seat of learning as well as being a warm, welcoming and healing place.  And whenever I go there, it feels like a homecoming.

The Saga of the Washing Machine

About four weeks ago our old washing machine finally gave up the ghost.  I wasn’t particularly worried because I thought ‘we’ll just get a new one’.  It was under a service guarantee by British Gas and after an engineer had come round and pronounced it dead, they gave us a £90 coupon towards getting a new machine with the specification that we had to buy it from Comet.

So Gary and I went online and looked at washing machines, and particularly the customer reviews and I chose a model.  The one I liked the look of was a Candy machine so we bought it and arranged an installation date.  On the appointed day two Welsh engineers turned up, took one look under the sink and said they couldn’t fit the machine because the taps under the sink were too old and there was a water leak there.

So disappointed we called out DynaRod, all still under the household insurance, and they came out.  The man from DynaRod said the taps under the sink are fine, in fact the old taps are better than the new ones and there was no leak under the sink.  Now I was starting to get annoyed because I believed (and still do!) that the Welsh engineers lied to me and I do not like being lied to!

So we called Comet again (on their premium rate line at ten pence a minute) and the same Welsh engineers came back and installed the new machine.  They also took away the old machine.  They didn’t stay long but it was Saturday afternoon and I expect there was a rugby match on that they wanted to get back to.

So when they were gone I tried our new machine but…I could not get the dratted thing to work.  Gary had a go too and he couldn’t get it to work either.  To say I was livid does not start to cover it.  And then the dishwasher went on the blink as well.  By now I was beside myself and ended up in tears.  I was also amazed that the Welsh gits did not test the machine before they left to check it was working.

So we went back to the Comet store and insisted on speaking to the manageress.  She was very nice and she refunded our installation fee of £30.  She advised us to get an engineer from Candy to come out.  He’s supposed to be coming this Monday.  In the meantime a different engineer came out to look at the dishwasher.  As soon as he looked under the sink he discovered why it wasn’t working.  The stupid Welsh gits had disconnected the hot water supply to the dishwasher!

There was no reason for them to do this as the hot water supply to the washing machine is on a separate feed!  The engineer also discovered a water leak behind the dishwasher where a washer had come loose.  It took him about ten seconds to replace the loose washer and fix the leak.  He thought the Welsh gits had disconnected the water supply to stop the leak but why didn’t they just change the washer?  He also said that the Welsh gits should have tested the machine to check it was working before they left which was what I thought and what they conspiciously failed to do!

The hope is that on Monday the Candy engineer will finally fix the washing machine but both Gary and I are not that hopeful.  We expect he’ll say it needs a part and we’ll have to wait another week for that to come.  I thought we’d just get a new machine quickly and easily.  I didn’t expect it to turn into a saga to rival Gone With The Wind!  Nowadays it seems that nothing can ever be simple!

A Visit to the Launderette

Today Gary and I went to the launderette.  Not the most exciting activity I admit but as our washing machine is broken and the new one isn’t coming until next Saturday, it was essential.  While I was at the launderette I thought I’d use the time, of which there was plenty(!), to do some writing.  Here is what I wrote.

“The washing machine chugs and whirrs.  A middle aged lady in a bright pink jumper bends over to shove her laundry in the dryer showing off her pear shaped bum in its black stretch trousers.  Olive skinned young lady is also wearing pink, a short sleeved top with grey jeans rolled at the bottom and turquoise flip-flops.  She wears a pony tail and glasses and looks like a student to me though strictly speaking its the wrong time of year.

There’s a clack-clack from one of the dryers as something metal, probably a zip, keeps hiting the side.  The clock is behind a wire cage; it is hanging off the wall and only the presense of the wire cage stops it from falling.  There is a camera but that’s no surprise.  The only things on the walls are instruction notices telling you stuff like how to operate the machines and what time the lauderette closes.  One of the dryers has a St. Andrew’s cross on the front, done in grey masking tape, making it look like a target.

Huge vents are lined with years of dust.  The beige tiles of the linoleum are flacked with dirt and some sort of pattern, almost indistinguishable from each other.  Strip lighting bleaches everything a yellowish-white.  I’ve just realised I forgot to change the programme number and so I’ve done a cold wash by mistake.  Its actually stopped raining and the sun is trying to come out but the clouds are still battleship-grey and pregnant with yet more rain.

Gary and I take turns to grab an armful of washing and lug it over to the big dryers at the far end.  Naturally a pair of my clean knickers end up on the floor!”

And that’s my launderette piece.  I have tidied it up a tiny bit but mostly, I just left it as it came out.  Enjoy!