A famished pasha ...

I carefully slid the dollop of Marmite into my cup - 

I then added boiling water, so as to make a Marmite bouillon - 

This, I thought, would be the ideal reviver after norovirus - 

Perhaps, later, I might eat a small bowl of pasta - 

I'd not eaten for four days - 

I'd feast like a famished pasha - 

I'd think of the years when my parents were John and Alice - 

The days to come were not to be thought of - 

Their heads grazed the sky - 

Their love filled the world - 

15.00

Thursday 12 January 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset