Today's posts

The poem today is ‘Die ungezählte Geliebte’.   Seeing someone in the street that you know you could spend the rest of your life with, and doing nothing about it has, I think, happened to most people.  Or am I wrong?

The title is from the short story by Heinrich Böll.  The narrator of the story did nothing either.

Today is the seventh part of ‘Three Hours from Spain’.  Selfridges, Waterstones, Shakespeare, and Carmen comes up with a cunning plan.