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Seagulls<\/strong><\/p>\n When I phoned her last week she said the weekdays were OK, but the weekends <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ilse Pedler<\/strong>\u00a0 lives in Saffron Walden, where she works as a vet.\u00a0 Her poems have been published widely, in Poetry News<\/em>, Orbis<\/em>, The North<\/em> and other journals.\u00a0 The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels<\/em> won the Mslexia Poetry Pamphlet Prize 2015 and is published by Seren.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Seagulls When I phoned her last week she said the weekdays were OK, but the weekends were tough, especially Sunday, Sundays were the worst. She said Sundays were an empty day if you had no God to fill it. She said people kept telling her to keep busy, so she tried her […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12374","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12374","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12374"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12374\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12375,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12374\/revisions\/12375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12374"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12374"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12374"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwere tough, especially Sunday, Sundays were the worst. She said Sundays were an
\nempty day if you had no God to fill it. She said people kept telling her to keep busy,
\nso she tried her hand at felting, bought one of those kits; a toy rabbit I think, but
\nshe kept pricking her finger on the needle and got blood all over the wool, got to
\nadmire her for trying though, she said she ended up cleaning the bathroom. Last
\nSunday she said went to Frinton but the seagulls nicked her chips when she sat on
\nthe beach. She said story of my life, can\u2019t even save my chips. Do you remember
\nthat time we went to Frinton and the seagulls dive bombed us? Bastards. I said it
\nwould get better. She said crap. It\u2019ll never get better. It\u2019ll always be like this.<\/p>\n