Due to circumstances beyond its control the Bored Bard has had to head on a summer recess earlier than was anticipated. You are urged to read the poem by Joseph O’Conor mentioned last month

Easter took on a slightly different resonance for me this year. Something happened around Easter time some years ago, which has left it slightly lower in my pecking list of favourite seasons. The days around Easter become reflective in a slightly different way.

Did you ever wonder what might have been? Did you ever ponder what might have happened if you traversed the other road in a yellow wood? Do you now think the cards are stacked against you? Would you put your trust in an isosahedron? Are our lives subject to some rules of probability? Do you trust your decision-making process?

The Christmas glow will come and go. Following on its heels are the blue tinged stretch marks as a result of the excess. January, itself, can be a bit blue too, but usually at the end of the month we can sit back and console ourselves that things can only get better.