Schnitzel! Bang, bang, thump, bang thump:
It resumes, slower, tireder, more circumspect
This time, sculpting, levelling, shaping.
Egg and breadcrumb, and season.
Then phlasshhh in the pan, some fries,
Wedge of lemon,
And flies, french.
Short-pitched attack succeeds
Clarke plays on from Broad’s
Bumper.
Bye-bye till next innings
Tatafornow
TTFN
187
Australians
Possibly collapsing
There are yellowfish
crying out
for a poach.
We approach seven.
It is evening:
drinks on the patio,
freewheeling banter, laughs , and snacks.
Tapas lovingly prepared.
The lugubrious air
memories of summers past.
Dreamtime in a word.
The smoked haddock will stop yelling soon.
Green or black olives, Daphne?
Are they pitted?
By my fair hand.
You are the one, aren’t you…What’s that sound?
Fish snoring.
Tee-hee-hee…
Was that me for a moment?
The gardens soaking.
The slugs are sliming…
Get yourself in the moment!
The day is dawning
The heat is rising
Make some tea in a moment.
…night without dreams – I bet I had some.
sheet’s on the floor – mattress peeping.
Cockerel is crowing – wants some feeding.
Shipping forecast – possibly later…
Sit in dark with daylight growing,
waiting around for the morning news.
Chill on my legs as I make a Rollie
Looking for symptoms of the flu
Casual thought about making coffee.
More Mary-Ann with the shaky hand.
Stand up, sit down – issue a moan.
Pull the curtains – must do the lawn.
Have a wee-wee – or have I been?
Faffing about since the clock read 5:15…
Grimbeau 