"At night time, sitting listening to Radio 4. Relationships Ìýfinished. Tossed at sea by weather bulletins. Put my feet Ìýon Moss Green grass. "We went out of the fire and water to a spacious place". Sitting in a flimsy nightie I heard Ìýmother say "sit up straight". Head high, in pain with dog at feet, I saw Princess Margaret vulnerable and devastated. I Ìý became crossbred. As a porcelain figurine on a mantlepiece is moved, suddenly, in the wrong direction it falls and breaks; if I could be anything now, what? A bareback rider in a circus with my dog."
