Summer

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!

This time last year

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.)

.

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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