Hi folks, from London UK

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Hi Folks,

No poem again today. Sorry about that, but I seem to be running out of bardic steam.😁 I am working on a new poem, though and will post it here on Monday.

I do hope many of you will be able to enjoy the Easter weekend, whatever the weather. There is much to enjoy, even though the coronavirus  remains a threat. Spring is in the air here in the UK, there is blossom on the trees, flowers in gardens and parks to brighten our days as well as a vaccination program that promises a new lease of life. Hopefully, that promise will be well and truly fulfilled so long as everyone remains vigilant. It is very upsetting to see crowds of people flocking to parks and beaches with no thought for social distancing. The world has a long way to go yet before it is Covid-safe. Caution has to be the keyword. (On this, at least, I have to agree with Boris 😉)

A reader asks how I feel about vaccination passports, given the objections so many people, especially politicians, are raising. Personally, I think they are a good idea; they could not only show that people have been vaccinated, but also indicate any booster jabs, given that we are likely to need the latter as time goes by. Anything to help people feel a lot safer about entering a busy pub, restaurant, entertainment venue or wherever has to be a good thing... well, doesn't it? 

Everyone is entitled to their point of view, of course, but I am sick of hearing certain people whinging on about safety precautions being an infringement of human rights. It is common sense, surely? Mind you, no one can feel safe all the while there are those among us who object to wearing a mask even simply as a matter of so-called 'principle'.

Enough of my ramblings, and it's back to the poem for yours truly; it refers back to a time when I was having a nervous breakdown  many years ago and had completely lost my way in life. Reflecting on that time has helped me get through the pandemic. Then, as now, poetry was the form of creative therapy to which I owe my survival. The poem will attempt to indicate how I eventually managed to get myself back on track; not surprisingly, its working title is Back to the Future, one which I will probably keep.

Take care everyone and try to stay positive, if only because the alternative is unthinkable,

Back on Monday,

Hugs,

Roger