Lunch break aka skiving...

Popped outside to attend my shrubs and thought "Oh blow this" and came in for a nice cup of tea.

After sipping the tea I dunked some clothes in the sink, swirled them around with a wooden spoon and hung them outside. (I don't own a washing machine) And how they dance in the Essex breeze, little garments on a little line swaying to the sound of a couple of poopy pigeons....Hmmm

After agitating the old clothes I polished and puffed and tutted and huffed. Too warm for manual work I thought. So downed half a pint of tap water whilst checking the news and views.

It was warming up but...

Up up up I said and before one could say Hot Housewives I had a broom in my hand sweeping away crumbs and fur and all manner of detritus,

With broom in hand and sweat on my lip I answered the doorbell. A man with a clipboard stood staring at me. He was interested in my facias. As I am not interested in my own facias I told him to shove off.


For light relief I changed the water for my gloriously still alive Lillies, shook in the last of the flower food and breathed in their fabulous scent.
These have to be the closest thing to heaven-in-a-vase.

Monty is dozing by the boxes.

Cheesed up cream cracker crumbs are falling into QWERTY...


Blockhead!
x

I was planning to palm you off with an indifferent post about spring onions but Germany play Argentina this afternoon so words will fly...Later.

Once upon a time my creative writing tutor told me to 'show' rather than 'tell'. But her habit of breaking pencils told me all I needed to know. She was right of course, good fiction doesn't explain it draws you in via the side entrance, but I believe 'telling' has its place and all the great books I've read have had far more telling than showing...

.....When I went into the front room this morning I was tickled by the sound of happy birds, warmed by the faint light of the emerging star and uplifted by the perfume of a dozen or so Oriental Lillies.
Who needs chemical air fresheners I thought when all you need to saturate your senses is a chum's bouquet.

I drank my sweet tea thinking about today...
...Go to the station lunchtime to pick up Mr H. I really don't approve of these overnight shifts. ...But do approve of 'Predator' with Horlicks...
...Drop into the chemist to buy best value/cheap/no fancy packaging pain killers, had an awful head for three days. Heat or tumour?
Duff up some pizza dough for Spain v. Paraguay unless someone suggests Kung Po chicken.
Silence is God's restroom.

Ta ta!

X

Last night I was handed two bunches of Oriental Lillies and a jar of home made Redcurrant Jelly. These, as you all know, are two of my favourite things. But to be blessed by them on a dark and wintry night made me feel warm and snug inside.
So thank you to my fellow poet, the generous and wild haired, Lord Byron. X