Its two o’ clock in the morning GMT – and I’ve got my nose in a book.
A real one – not an e-reader version.
No, it’s nothing I’ve written – although if I was to blow my own trumpet – I’d be telling you how great my profile is on Allpoetry.com and getting you all to take a look….
(I’m not that vain….)
No, tonight i’m reading Michael Morpurgo’s War Horse.
It’s a tale of a Horse sold to the cavalry in world war I, and his owners mission to get him back home from the trenches.
I’m going to read it again before I get round to watching the film on DVD – something about books advantage over film – you get to draw your own pictures.
I’ll also be writing one or two lines for IWM North’s shop when i’m done.
The Inkwell 
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