Today I had aching eyes and sore chest
Upon waking, and these remained all day.
It didn’t rain all day, though: we were blessed
With rays of sun and skies of blue and grey.
Noses ran, cars raced on the motorway
To Junction 3, signposted Arrowe Park,
Then on to Greasby, where Mom and Geoff lay
In wait at their bungalow, full of talk,
Like ‘I hope they’re not late.’ Too wet to walk,
We squeezed in one car, far too tightly pressed,
Then ate at The Manor. Mom said she’d pay
For food, and I bought drinks, but not one cork
Was opened for my sake: even the best
Of alcohol just left me cold today.
Thur 27 Dec 2007
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