Well, it is Sunday 3rd January 2021. I woke early, (as usual) and after looking out of the window at the pouring rain, decided that my scheduled Sunday walk with my good friend, John was likely to be cancelled. A quick text message exchange confirmed that yomping across the saturated heathland around the Oakhanger satellite ground station was not high on our list of priorities.
So, I decided to make today a very productive one, so I launched myself into the task of clearing all the old papers from the home office.
I spent most of the morning going through old documents, and had to stop, as the shredder was showing signs of iminent meltdown.
Opening another dusty box that appeared to have been packed in 1999 (judging by the papers, letters and bank statements) I came across a hand written poem, written by none other than SWMBO.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
I think it’s very good, so I have reproduced it below. Well done Sue, it seems that you and I are both wordsmiths…
So here it is!
How to look Great!
A look in the mirror can shatter a dream,
Lotions and potions, a bottle of creme,
A wrinkle, a spot, a tragedy great,
Will I be ready for dinner at eight?
A crater, a canyon, a ravine very deep,
So into a bath full of bubbles I leap,
The hair, and the nails, and the make-up all done,
“Darling, how on earth do you always look so young?”
If only he knew the stress it creates,
The mess and the anguish that making-up takes,
To look like a model from the pages of Vogue,
Here’s to dinner at eight, and one for the road!
Sue Gaffyne© 2021