FIRST CUP OF TEA

The first dialogue of our internal monologue.

THE SUBJECTIVITY OF ART

I told my wife I wished I was Bob Ross

So she permed my hair into candy floss.

AROUND THE SUN

I wake a year older and ponder the thought.

I've reached 57, I started at nought

It's not been the fastest of accelerations

The speed bumps of life take us some acclimation.

But here I now stand in my 58th year

The journey's the point, whatever the gear.

THE OVERNIGHT BATTLE FOR THE DUVET

We fought for the duvet and my wife's the victor 

It's wrapped around her like a boa constrictor.

WAKING UP DEAD ON SIX

I woke up dead on six.

If I'd woken at five,

I might still be alive. 👻

TIME TRICKS

Time ticks so that we do not have to keep a count of our experiences

Time tocks to show us that one thing must follow another

Time stops everything from happening all at once

Time tricks us into believing that.

SOME TUNES AND A DIP

Tuesday arrives apologising for Monday, much how we might apologise for a boring +1 at a friends party. 

Tuesday has nothing to apologise for. Neither boring nor the life and soul, Tuesday's much more practical. Tuesday will always deliver.

Tuesday's brought some tunes and a dip.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I was just thinking that if you took all the tea drinkers in the world right now and gathered them all together, do you know what?

...there wouldn't half be a lot of washing up to do!

FIRST CUP OF TEA

My very own bag for life.

MONDAY'S APOLOGY

Monday mumbles an apology as it drags us into the week. We put up with its odd idiosyncrasies because memories of the weekend are still quite fresh but cold. A bit like leftovers from a party. They'll be on the turn by Wednesday but by Friday we'll already be cooking new treats.