It's 4:35 on a wonderful grey Wednesday Morning and I've had my breakfast.

Every morning it was there, waiting for the people of Peterborough as they woke up. A thick marshmallow blanket, tucked deep into the city.

This is a bit of an odd one.

Political based piece about the current UK government, basically a massive ''up yours'' to the prime minister, David Cameron and his terrible decisions using an extended metaphor in a jail.

Joseph can't find work and Mari wants to go home - to Nazareth.

A five year old's inept little fingers; Difficult shoelaces, frustrated cries. Knots gently untangled by Mum who soothes,"Let's start again." Laboured playing, discordant notes;

Curled Into a curved blade of sadness Scalding water spins on her exposed hip Knees pull to ribcage Chin dipping to collar bone Heart cries shake into milk-colored porcelain