Buses bloody buses.

Wendy Cope pops into my head to chat while I’m on the bus that finally appears.

I shared her poem to a few others who needed a lift, and yes it

would be nice to know.😊

Wendy Cope was my first real door opener into writing up until then it was other writers and artists being talked or thrown at me. The book was a gift from my sister at Christmas. I feel that Dorethia Tanning maybe another door but this time one opening into painting.

She has kept on resonating dogs and all.

Slightly less grumpy than Louis Bourgeois, a good mix, a bit of Tracey Emin and a twist of Marina Abramavic….investigate. Then, of course, there are buses.