Aching with sleeplessness, I type this now
Before having to go to work, meetings
Already arranged which I won’t allow,
And they wouldn’t like, me to miss. The things
We have to do for money. The phone rings
For the second day at seven thirty:
Who keeps ringing me in early mornings
Like this? Last night somebody annoyed me
By walking round the bedroom below; she
Had high heels on. By half one the old cow
Annoyed me so much that my old bed springs
Sprung me out of bed; no sleep - too angry.
I read Bill Bryson till four. At eight, how
Loud these builders, shouts and machine engines.
Thur 2 Aug 2007
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