It’s a matter of priorities and I’m running out of arrows. My diary has become a task force, listed with tasks forcing me to take action. I draw arrows on imperative orders, but they are all more and more imperative and i am less and less compliant, not for lack of care but for lack of time - you all know what that’s like.

Uppermost is a new screenplay I must rewrite after only 20 years cooling in a cupboard (before external hard drives came into my life). You know that efficiency guru’s advice about prioritizing (hate that verb) your tasks: label them A, B,or C and they fall into place. You tend to A first. B will either move to A or fall off the list, below C, and best forgotten. C never really mattered anyway ,just padding for your to-do list..

So now you know. You remain uppermost in my thoughts, no, not quite uppermost but up there. I’ll get in touch when I can, sooner than later..

Who’s Who is a poem by W.H.Auden and I couldn’t find the date online- have to look up my books. Not now….

A shilling life will give you all the facts:
How Father beat him, how he ran away,
What were the struggles of his youth, what acts
Made him the greatest figure of his day;
Of how he fought, fished, hunted, worked all night,
Though giddy, climbed new mountains; named a sea;
Some of the last researchers even write
Love made him weep his pints like you and me.

With all his honours on, he sighed for one
Who, say astonished critics, lived at home;
Did little jobs about the house with skill
And nothing else; could whistle; would sit still
Or potter round the garden; answered some
Of his long marvellous letters but kept none.

yup