{"id":6070,"date":"2025-12-31T21:13:07","date_gmt":"2025-12-31T21:13:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/?p=6070"},"modified":"2025-12-31T21:13:07","modified_gmt":"2025-12-31T21:13:07","slug":"excerpts-from-my-diary-march-2025","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/2025\/12\/31\/excerpts-from-my-diary-march-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"Excerpts from my diary (March 2025)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Saturday 1st March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

A tiny hole in my leg
\nbleeding
\ndown my shin<\/p>\n

It doesn’t hurt.
\nIf I wasn’t looking at it
\nI wouldn’t even have realised
\nthe mess
\nit was making<\/p>\n

Sunday 2nd March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Heavy frost
\nOne last breath of winter
\non the second day of spring<\/p>\n

Monday 3rd March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

I sat by the river
\nand watched
\nthe river
\nthat I sat by<\/p>\n

Tuesday 4th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

TCP tastes
\nof childhood<\/p>\n

Wednesday 5th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can’t think of anything to say
\ntonight
\ntoday
\ntomorrow<\/p>\n

Saturday 8th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

It actually felt like spring today
\n(but I still wore my winter hat)<\/p>\n

Sunday 9th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

A bluetit in the garden
\nlooking in the birdbox
\nthen moving on
\nunimpressed<\/p>\n

Monday 10th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

My tongue aches
\nslightly swollen
\nfor reasons unknown<\/p>\n

Tuesday 11th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

I had my hair cut
\nshort as can be
\nbut my beard remains the same<\/p>\n

Wednesday 12th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Penalty shootouts are weirdly deflating
\nno real joy
\nor satisfaction
\nin the aftermath<\/p>\n

Even in the moment
\nthe excitement
\nteeters on the edge
\nof dread<\/p>\n

Thursday 13th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Put too much cream in the curry
\nif such a thing is possible<\/p>\n

But still it was quite nice<\/p>\n

Friday 14th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

I’m not sure
\nwhat I feel
\nanymore<\/p>\n

Saturday 15th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Everything
\nis more effort
\nthan I feel it’s worth<\/p>\n

Sunday 16th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

They never seem to play football over the park anymore.
\nWhat a waste of a Sunday
\nif they don’t<\/p>\n

Monday 17th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tomorrow I promise
\nto do something
\nuseful<\/p>\n

Today I promise
\nnothing<\/p>\n

Tuesday 18th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

A world that actually seems to want
\nits own degradation<\/p>\n

Anxiety wells up in me
\nlike blood
\nfrom a self inflicted wound<\/p>\n

Wednesday 19th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dad saw a lizard
\nbut it was gone
\nby the time I looked<\/p>\n

Thursday 20th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Neil Young’s middle name is Percival<\/p>\n

Friday 21st March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mum’s ipad died
\n800 pounds
\nfor about four years<\/p>\n

What a fucking waste
\nof huge amounts of money<\/p>\n

Saturday 22nd March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

The cinema
\nis the only place
\nI seem to like
\nto be<\/p>\n

Sunday 23rd March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sat cross legged
\nfor long enough to get
\npins and needles. <\/p>\n

Now it won’t go away.
\nA slight sense of unreality
\nadded to every step<\/p>\n

Monday 24th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

A cormorant
\nflying low
\nover the long wind of the river
\nis always
\na magnificent thing<\/p>\n

Tuesday 25th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

It’s not so much that I feel like a failure
\nthat hurts<\/p>\n

It’s that I am a failure
\nand I fail
\non and on
\neach failure
\nthe same
\nas every
\nother
\nin its
\ninsignificance
\nto anyone
\nbut
\nme<\/p>\n

Wednesday 26th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Egrets always look so elegant
\nmaking their way along the edge of the river
\nstepping silently through the oozing mud
\neating absolute shite off the floor<\/p>\n

Thursday 27th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Strange bugs on the pavement
\nthe size and colour of ladybirds
\nbut the shape
\nof flies<\/p>\n

Friday 28th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

Moving slowly
\nso as to try
\nnot to weep<\/p>\n

Saturday 29th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

The sun
\nslowly eaten
\nby the moon<\/p>\n

Sunday 30th March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

A robin
\ndrinking from the bird bath
\nall on its own<\/p>\n

Monday 31st March, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

My toenails
\nbreak
\nand crack
\nand bleed
\nin my socks
\nin my shoes<\/p>\n

___________<\/p>\n

Notes:<\/p>\n

1. Written in March 2025<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br>

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