I sit down post prandial
My thoughts are all astray
I have Covid
In my head only
I suffer from prolonged
lockdown syndrome
In one way I am dejected,
Cheesed off
Weather is rotten,
Freezing cold, snow coming
And yet I’m happy
I have a lovely home
Super companionship
Plenty to eat and drink
Great books to read
I love my family
I love our home
Our garden is relaxation heaven
My walking partners one and all
Are a diverse group
Some moan ,some are positive and cheery
Some are downright negative and dreary
This variety adds to the spice of life
They are not like me
Cautious, careful,
Yet, quite competitive
Observant ,organised
Creative, inventive with words
Not artistic, no painting please
Non-DIY, no house repairs
Caring ,kind
Not arrogant
Not boastful
I think , I hope.
I am a Natural Storyteller
If only with myself listening.
I love gardening as I already said
Flowers, shrubs no veg.
Nature lover and
Bird watcher, bird feeder
Blackbirds and wrens
Finches and thrushes.
Photography yes
Lotto sometimes
Bookies never
Foodie most definite
Commis chef supreme
Carrot and spud peeler par excellence
Modest, ahem
Drinker ,moderate
In vino veritas
Sauvignon blanc
Merlot, Malbec
Jameson, yes on the rocks
Vodka with tonic yes
Ice and lemon as well
Gin, no way
Brandy ,yes with ginger
On a cold February morning
“Phoneaholic” No
TV limited sufferance.
Dreamer yes
Penmanship , woeful
Must improve
On a cold and frosty day
Brain dead, lacking ideas
No, Just lazy, lethargic
It’s the weather, snow is falling
Fire is lighting Oh, so cosy
Tea is calling, Milk no sugar
Biscuits beckon, Marietta please
Chocolates to be devoured
Only Roses left
Voice calling now,
To be promptly obeyed
Reality dawns
Bins to empty
Clothes for hanging
Bird feeders to be filled,
Baby sitting duty ahead
Bed is calling
An afternoon nod needed
Book to be read
Life is for living
On a cold and frosty Snowy day In February 2021. Mick O Callaghan 10/02/2021