TIMPANI

First cup of tea: the tinkling timpani of teaspoons across the nation - our very own kettle drums.

CHORUS LINE

Sunday slowly heaves into view. There's a stillness to sunrise. The early morning checks itself to make sure all was brought safely across from the night. Then it starts. A euphony of birds singing songs of gratitude, but it's far too early for me to be joining a chorus line!

THE SULKING CHILD

It's rather overcast in Shoetown this morning. The uniform cloud promises no rain. I've checked. So there they float, much like a sulking child who can't get its own way, destined to break into a smile once the sun peers through to offer them a treat.

A HAIKU OF CREATIVITY

Listen closely to

Imagination's white-noise 

Creativity.

A CROSS ANT ON A CROISSANT

A cross ant eats a croissant crumb,

not sure what's made him cross.

If now he has to crumbs, succumbed,

I'd like to think he's not!

TIME'S LOOM

Time is the loom

and we are the cloth,

we are weaved into life,

become flames to the moth.

DAD JOKES

1

I told my mate that he'd regret building his new house on that flood plain.

He didn't listen to me but I think it's finally sinking in now.

2

A bloke down the pub was a dedicated Flat-Earther.

Eventually I was able to talk him round.

3

JUST ONE MORE THING...

The sun is making people squint. They look like Columbo right before he says "Just one more thing..." From this the lines on our faces are formed alongside our laughter lines and worry lines. The face makes no distinction between them. Dunno whether to laugh, cry or sunbathe.

EVANESCENCE

The Past is Time mixed with the Present

Memory is that which is yet to dissolve.

LIKE A BIRD ON A WIRE

Saturday looks around at the low clouds and finds little to smile about. The wind is suffering from ennui. It can barely tickle the leaves on the trees. A tiny bird perches on the wire of a telegraph pole, a single note awaiting accompaniment. As are we all as we start our day.