Summer is here!
The bog’s even dry.
The garden so green,
Not a cloud in the sky!
.
The kids are at home-
I opted for this.
Too hot for nursery,
Could it get any less British than this?!
.
“Drink some more water!” I bark.
“Put on your hat!”
“When can we have ice cream?”
“When you stop asking that!”
.
“Will you please get your muddy hands out of my drink?!
Mummy’s a vending machine…
Thirstier work than you think!”
.
“Now, whose turn for more sun screen?”
“Come back ! Stand still !”
If this script won’t annoy the neighbours,
The accosted hose pipe sure will!
.
But speaking of neighbours…
How things have changed!
No one offered their names.
.
Now we have one
who appears at the fence,
(While I’m feeding in my pj’s-
Not even half dressed.)
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“I feel sorry for you!” He says,
And I jump out of my skin.
“Can’t eat your breakfast in peace!”
… the irony lost upon him.
.
I look at all of the hands
inside my cereal bowl…
Nope! They’re still not the most
uncomfortable intrusion at all!
.
But it’s nice in a way
To have broken the ice.
Pleasantville is still pleasant…
But we’ve also seen “nice“.
.
And the infamous mud kitchen
Is still mucking on!
Though any aspirations to Pinterest
Have officially… gone!
But as the filthy kitchen remnants
creep towards my white wash,
I realise how much more content
I am now than I was.
So much has happened
In such a short time.
But as we approach this second stretch of summer,
You know…
I think it might be… fine? 🙂
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