Feeling disgruntled at having to work through the Jubilee weekend - even though I hadn't been planning to brave the crowds and the rain - I've been giving myself tea-breaks with The World's Wife, the Poet Laureate's brilliantly clever and funny collection of feminist poems. I loved The Kray Sisters.
There go the twins geezers would say
when we walked down the frog and toad
in our Savile Row whistle and flutes, tailored
to flatter our thr'penny bits, which were big,
like our East End hearts.
I loved the rhythms and her masterly (mistressly?) command of language. You can hear Carol Ann Duffy here reading her Jubilee offering but she's not a good reader and it's hard to hear what she's saying, so much better on the page.
I finished the poems - drank lots of tea - and even finished (most of) the work.