Susan Day

It's national Susan day today, well I never!

This day should go on forever.

Does it mean that I can pamper myself all day long?

Does it mean I'm ahead of the throng?

Do I get a title for the day?

Do I get breakfast in bed on a tray?

Will I get vouchers in the post.

Can I be the hostess with the most?

Or will life just plod along as it always does?

Or is this subject not worth the analysis?

Love is...

Love is - having that first cup of tea in the morning together, then snuggling up when there is snowy weather.

Love is, laughing at nothing in particular until your stomach hurts,

and sharing gigantic chocolate desserts.

Love is, laughing at his silly jokes for thirty years, 

even though they hurt your ears.

Love is, when he says, ' You look nice,' and you say, 

'No way.'

Love is, standing in the kitchen listening to music together and swaying from side to side

and not wanting to hide.

Love is, when he kisses you for the sake of it,

especially when the room is moonlit.

But most of all, love is when you say, ' Does my bum look big in these jeans,

 and he says, 'Yes, because you've not been eating your greens.' lol

Mother nature is at it again

Blobs of cotton wool are sprinkled on the hill,

leaving behind the daffodil.

And a gentle breeze flows down the vale, 

 and out to sea there is a sail.

A Chapel sits majestically on top of the hill,

 and it's a spectacular sight, despite the chill.

All this, set against the backdrop of the Jurassic coast.

This is a part of England I love the most.

It's not Winter, it's Spring

May, and it's really cold,

and it's got nothing to do with me being old.

 I've put a jerkin on and I'm going to grin and bear it.

I would buy some more slippers but until pay day, I'm skint.

My feet are going blue.

What should I do?

I could put on some socks,

if I could find the box.

I would dot that, if I could be bothered to get out of this chair.

I did once. I had to wash my hair. lol

 I refuse to put the fire on because it's nearly May,

and for that extra electricity, I will not pay.

It's nice to see you again?

Here they come again, going thirty miles an hour in a fifty zone.

At least they can no longer use their phone.

They poodle along in their cars, without a care.

What are they waiting for - A fanfare?

You can see their faces looking to the right.

looking at a glorious sight.

I shouldn't grumble really, because I do the same,

when I play the ' Going on holiday' game.

What!

Nearly a tenner to go the cinema, that can't be right?

Looking at those prices gave me a fright.

I think a letter, I should write.

Oh yes! We're going to see Yoda - my Jedi Knight.

Not really, it just rhymed right.

But I won't be watching it at Midnight.

Because, we are going to see a film about an alien fight.

I think I'll take some Turkish delight.

Oh No!

We've got to go to work on Monday

There's no more time to play

At home I cannot stay

I want to run away

I'm going to have to find my brain

Some knowledge I need to attain

I think I'll emigrate to the Ukraine

Or set up a 'No work today' campaign

But it doesn't matter what I do

I can moan until I'm blue

I won't be able to stew with a brew.

I've got to work this thing through

I've got to get in the mood

Although I'm feeling subdued

I've got to get rid of this attitude

How can my enthusiasm be renewed?

Sadly, it cannot be

I'm going to need loads of tea

because I realise,

I'm still part of the bourgeois. 

To bus or not to bus, that was the question!

I got the bus today for the first time in years,

and I was almost driven to tears.

The idea was, it would be cheaper than the car park.

 Was I in for a shock.

The bus fare had gone up.

It really was a windup!

Still, I saved on the fuel, so it was not all bad.

In fact, it was totally rad. ( Oh yes, I'm down with the kids)

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But alas, the journey was not all it was cracked up to be,

as we travelled by the calming sea.

First, the bus was late and packed to the rafters.

I can assure you, there was no laughters. (?)

We were packed in like sardines and there was no air.

Surely, they could have brought me a chair?

Although, a woman did ask her son to get up.

The nasty, lazy, good for nothing pup.

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I could tell on his face that he did not want to move.

You could tell that he did not approve.

So I said, 'It's alright, I don't mind standing.'

I like to be freestanding.

But alas, how was I to know, it would be for the whole trip,

and I had to suffer with my dodgy hip.

The bus stopped at every stop on the way and the masses came aboard.

I wanted to scream, OH LORD!

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The bus was crowded and we were all getting hot.

Some of us were starting to lose the plot.

But just as the steam was coming out of our ears.

The bus was suddenly full of cheers.

It was amazing, somebody had opened a window and we could all breath,

as we wiped the sweat of our brows with our sleeve.

Then as we neared the town.

All the passengers started to frown.

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The road ahead was littered with lights that were red.

We were never going to get into town, before the watershed.

I couldn't stand it anymore and I got off at the next stop.

I was about ready to drop.

But luckily, I got there in time to meet up with my kin.

So I forgot about the journey for a while, and took it on the chin.

Suffice to say, from now on I'll be using my car.

The whole bus experience was too bizarre.

My husband is out to get me!

Let's go for a walk, my hubby said to me.

Then we can sit by the sea.

So, we sat by the sea on a little rock.

Then he said, I wonder what's over there?

Boy, was I in for a shock.

I picked up my bag and walked over to where he was standing.

Suddenly, there was a misunderstanding.

He said, 'Shall we walk along this short trail,'

and alas, commonsense did not prevail

Being the kind and loving wife that I am.

I didn't want to scram.

But oh dear, silly me.

I had no time to flee.

Instead, I found myself, ambling along on the cliff edge,

and sliding along the windy ledge.

An hour in and I thought to myself,

this ledge is starting to look like a shelf.

Don't worry dear, he said, as he enjoyed the trip,

because he hasn't got a dodgy hip. 

'We can go back in a minute when we get back on the path,' and 

I said, ' Hey mate, you're having a laugh.'

Two hours in and enough was enough.

The trail was getting really tough.

So he gave in and said,

'Don't worry, there is a cliff path up ahead.'

A cliff path, I sighed.

And then I cried.

Eventually, I picked myself up,

with the help of a bush and a shrub.

I was ready now to face the cliff.

But the altercation between me and my hubby was turning into a rift.

Slowly, I climbed up and up, until I almost reached the top.

I didn't dare look at the drop.

Then there came a moment when my knees gave in.

You would have witnessed a marvellous scene.

Stubborn now, I would not let him help.

I didn't really want to yelp.

But no matter how hard I tried, no matter how I rocked too and fro,

My flipping legs would not go.

'Stay there, I'll help you,' my husband said.

There were plenty of expletives unsaid.

Suffice to say, the walk back was much better.

But as for my hubby, my divorce lawyer will be sending him a letter.