Earlier today I got a message from Samantha (the most positive thing on North Parade) in the Sparrow. She passed on the contact details of someone called Eileen, who had phoned the Sparrow to ask about Glyn Watkins – the poet with with regard to the writer JL Carr.

I have done little work for, or about, the memory of Carr since my father passed away; and before that I had not done much for a while. I did think about him last week, when I was thinking about if if I wanted to do anything at all, but when I phoned Eileen her enthusiasm, and appreciation of what I have already done for Carr’s memory, has re-lit a little ember of enthusiasm of my own.

I’m still coughing though.

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