Ordinary (Kinda) Days (7)

Yo!  Managing at last to get back at the keys!  My morning started off really well.   Put a bit of a new lighter, circular, brand bread in the toaster and listened out for the pop.  When returning to the kitchen it was nowhere to be seen!  Praying that we don't have a poltergoost (yes, I know the spelling is wrong but it's Eddie & Ritchie grammar we revert to in our pad once visitors have flown) I found it in the wash bowl with the soapy dishes.  That must have been some jump!  Back to the less energetic loaf  then!

Later on, I read on Facebook that my younger son was ' considering a tattoo '  round his neck.   If so, that should be quite a helpful guide when it comes to throttling him.   I'm hoping it's simply been a case of  Facebook 'Frape' (where someone edits your information ect, if you forget to log out!)

 Next, I accidentally knocked a kid off his bike while crossing the park as I had my iPod on at mugging level.   Didn't cry long,  and there was no irate parent around, so I got off with that one not too badly.   I thought twice about offering him hush money.  And didn't.

Oh, and my youngest moved the love of his life into the spare room this afternoon.  What a win for Anadin.........





 Finally, the doctor gave me the exciting news that I've to have a bowel op in November to straighten out a kink that's been giving me gyp, but apart from that, suicidal bread and bad grammar,  it's been just an ordinary affair today has!

oh..... I start my art classes next week.   I'm sure they'd be happy for me to bring in a empty  bottle of red wine for my still life intro item.........
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Freshly Pipped

A family gathering, a Sunday debate
A spread of keen citruses, bright and ornate

Your hunger awaiting the green light from dad
As he seasons and juices his fresh catch of scad

Sitting adjacent, parents and sons
In happy approach, each canonical nones

Grace and a table indicative of
Pride from a father, a labour of love

Who mentions quite playfully,  points with a knife
How the fruits of their loins will be needed in life

To keep the seeds handy, to burst into colour
Peeling the pith, squeezing juice from another

They'll each have a table, and gathering glow
And a orchard of offsprings, a life to bestow
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