I’ve just come back from teaching my first course at Arvon. There was a photo of Julia with Jackie Kay in my room and lots of photos of writers all over the house.
I remember: the time Julia booked me an appointment to have all my hair cut off, and hot raspberries and ice cream.
She lit lots of candles in me, the kind of candles that can’t ever be put out.
P.S. I love the idea of A Waiting Room in August being on the wall for people to read. Would be great if it happened up and down the country.
P.P.S I am going to send a copy of The Poetry Cure to the hospital where I had my hip op and hope that my consultant reads it. Hope everyone will send it to their doctors too!