Sunday morning

 

I’m up with the larks

or should I say with the barks?

dog needs letting out.

 

by Scooj

Sorting

 

Four piles in the house

keep, sell, donate and dispose;

what weekends are for.

 

by Scooj

Saying

 

‘There’s enough blue sky

to make a pair of sailor’s

trousers’, gran would say.

 

by Scooj

Seventeenth coffee

 

I exaggerate

although decaffeinated

doesn’t really count.

 

by Scooj

Lunch

 

Tinged with a little

sadness that my toastie’s gone;

it was delicious.

 

by Scooj

Pogues on the bus

 

Gritty urban folk

reminder of student days

of pubs, bars and clubs.

 

by Scooj

Modern diaspora

 

Work space reduction

and remote technology…

W.F.H.

 

by Scooj

 

*WFH = Work from home.

Morning drag

 

Lethargic students

trudge their way to lecture halls

nursing excesses.

 

by Scooj

January

.

Overwhelming gloom

constant miserable rain

sick and tired of it

.

by Scooj

Scrumptious

 

Favourite pudding;

chocolate panettone

bread and butter style.

 

by Scooj