Postcard from home... National Poetry Day!

I hate the word 'selfie'... and I hate the fact that I can't leave home for more than half an hour before having to walk around someone taking a picture of themselves with their phone but, nevertheless, here I am, last night, the holiest night of any poet's calendar, managing to take one - with the obligatory toilet in the background - of me and my new neck tattoo. (It didn't come off in the shower this morning, I found out later when someone pointed it out)