Given we have a plumber putting in radiators and a bloke musing over floorboards we are escaping across The Channel for a while. The place we are renting boasts…yes boasts…’occasional’ internet as a selling point in the particulars! Should be interesting. I shall not post at all for the duration yet will try to read posts and comment as ‘occasional’ internet allows.
So then I shall be back soon. In the meantime herewith one of my old poems written for the grandkids;
THE MAYFLY’S LAMENT
The problem with us poor Mayflies
Is living for just a day
We eat, we drink, we laugh, we love
But are careful when we play
The reason is quite obvious
It’s plain for all to see
If we play too rough and hurt ourselves
We might die before our tea
You see we only get to take tea
Just once in our short lives
Because after tea we’re grown ups
Because after tea we die!
Best of luck to one and all