Radio 4

As I washed some home grown carrots I listened as former Home Secretary Alan Johnson read part of a Philip Larkin poem.
Then by way of the sound mixer man the voice of Larkin himself joined Johnson at the end of the poem. I know whose voice I preferred.
Apparently Larkin disliked women, not so said his former publisher in Hull, he had many lady friends.
I would have liked to have sat with him as he read aloud "Friday Night at The Royal Station Hotel".
I could have put my two penneth in...Show him where he's going wrong, that sort of thing.

Being cooked today.
Roasted chicken, glazed tiny stumpy carrots, broad beans, roasted potatoes and stuffing. Redcurrant jelly and gravy to accompany.
For pud, a real nursery pud, Queen of Puddings. Served warm.