MY MISTY MOSTY CORNER OF THE WORLD; Liverpool ( Autumn 06)

Diarrhoea weakened, travel weary and generally emotionally exhausted I was extremely grateful to be back in my misty mosty corner of the world!!! One of my favourite poems by Whatmore kept hysterically repeating itself in the last leg of the journey (from London to Liverpool, where we stopped literally every 5 minutes because Malcolm had a VERY bad case of the runs). And as I snuggled under the covers of my own queen-sized bed, and rolled around comfortably knowing I wasn’t squashing poor Ruth in my nocturnal struggles, it kept wafting back to me, the daft poem…

Not for me the far away places
Not for me the thirst to roam
The tug at my hungry Heart strings
Is the call of my island home!

(Ironically written about my native Sri Lanka- but home is, for the time being anyway in the Ivory towers of academia in the little misty village of Childwall.)

Having been globe trotting from Czechoslovakia to Pakistan this year, I thought enough is enough!!! I am going to lock that passport away and stay at home for a while, my wanderlust had been cured…. for the time being anyway.

Snatches from this summer