Susanna Ferrar

This book arrived in my life by a strange chance, ending up almost as an exchange for my cd, made at roughly the same time, entitled "A Boy Leaves Home". I have so much stuff in my house that things take on a life of their own. This book re-appeared yesterday, and now, here, I find Martin Stannard on the internet, in a different context, while I'm roaming round trying to prepare a challenging yet amusing quiz for some of my friends this evening. The poem "Yes", in particular, arrived in my life at a moment when it was beginning to seem possible that I could give up the chronic and unexamined state of being miserable. The book falls open at page 43.