It’s the 14th anniversary of my dad’s death tomorrow. This week we walked up to Haworth moor, where his ashes are scattered, and put up a long-overdue plaque. The weather was so changeable we didn’t think it would get done (as an electric drill was needed apparently) but after waiting for an hour or so in Cobbles and Clay with lots of screaming, end-of-school-holidays-bored children, the sun came out and we walked up past the parsonage and the old allotments (feeding the hens) and over Penistone Cragg. I think about my dad every single day and that hasn’t faded at all, nor would I want it to. I’m very pleased with the plaque and I think he would have liked the Joyce quote. For anyone who reads this who doesn’t know, he was called Hugo Donnelly – a brilliant writer and lecturer, very witty and extremely kind.

Yesterday was a long crawl through solid M6 traffic back to Cumbria from West Yorkshire. We went straight to the house that’s being done up as a holiday let and I spent the evening spray painting old furniture in silver, blue and pink (‘upcycling’ is the term, but I didn’t know this until recently). I’m really pleased with the results. The wall in the kitchen was also spray painted today and I balanced on a fridge freezer, after climbing a ladder, to try and make an attempt at ‘sunset sky with blue cloud and silver lining’ graffiti. The house is looking very quirky now and hopefully any future bookings will get good feedback. One wall is all old maps in the bedroom and the other old deeds from houses, with wax seals, calligraphy and everything.

The other thing I did today, which I thought I’d never do, is drive a white van about 30 miles. It was scary and felt very high above the tarmac after my series of little cars. I got some very strange looks in the garage and at roundabouts. People must think white van = male builder and I had my hair in two long plaits and my daughter in the back (plus I was driving quite slowly and totally without whitevanman confidence).

I start work part-time tomorrow but I’m probably going to have to look for something else in terms of employment to fill the two days. Something totally different from nursing, but financially it’s not going to be a choice.

I manged to correct a fair few poems on holiday. Some drafts are literally years old and I’m still not satisfied with them. I realised how much sub-standard material I’ve sent out without thinking. I’ve got a full collection of finished poems though, absolutely definitely – to the best of my ability. I’ll just have to work up to sending them off. I really enjoyed The North this month. I thought the standard of poems was really high. I’ve had a lot of disappointments with my writing this year. I definitely don’t write in the ‘in style’, although there is definitely one, very distinct, and I can see why it’s popular.

I’ve got the Sunday Night Blues again as always but it feels worse than usual – maybe because of the anniversary tomorrow (September 2003 felt totally different from this year – it was a real Indian Summer with scorched grass and brown arms and memories of being with dad by the West Sussex coast). I also don’t really feel we’ve had much of a summer at all this year. I’m certainly as pale as ever. I haven’t relaxed much either, apart from a few snatched days in Belper and Mytholmroyd. I’m still thinking of the strange cat that came to the door of May Cottage last week and cried to come in most nights. It clearly knew the place well but looked homeless, a barge cat maybe. It was so loving but such a pest at the same time. I was annoyed when it came and sad when it didn’t.

Author: kittydonnellypoet

Kitty Donnelly was born in Oxford in 1979. Her mother was born in Cumbria, of Irish origin, and her father was born in Newry, Northern Ireland. She has lived in London, Cumbria, Swansea and Chichester. She had poems published in Acumen in 2005, as well as being long and short-listed for several poetry competitions. She was also published in The Samaritan's Anthology and by The Forward Press. In 2007, she took a long break from submitting poems after having her daughter. In 2016, she has been Commended in the Southport Writer's Circle Poetry Competition, long-listed for the Canterbury University Poet of the Year 2016 and has had work accepted for publication in The Dawntreader. She currently lives in Cumbria where she works as a psychiatric nurse.

4 thoughts on “Anniversary”

  1. I just found your blog – was Hugo at Chichester in the 1990’s? Is he the one I knew? Please let me know, as the one I knew was a very special person. JW

  2. Well done for writing again Kitty – I think of both you and Sarah and yearn for some with you. Not sure if you are up for this – but get in touch if you would like to – I am always working and so busy, but would like to put it in the diary if possible. Never been to Haworth – so a trip will be on the horizon.

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