No bats in this belfry
and there's not likely to be.

Aren't there enough fruitcakes about.without trying to make fountains out of moleskins?

The idiom or idiot will get you every time.

Waiting for the Sun
and I do believe it's on the way
arriving sometime today
but it's still 22 degrees so I'm not
likely to freeze.

Everything takes time
coffee breaks take longer
when you're not as agile as
you used to be.

She tells me
to pull myself together!

as if
I was falling apart.

She's probably right
and I might be.

We've all been down that road and through the mill,
turned upside down when your smile became a frown and hoping that the wind wouldn't change.
because
Mother said
that your face would be stuck like that forever if the wind did change,
which is strange but not necessarily untrue.

Many years from now
when I get old and
they put me out to grass
I will not pass a remark
I'll go quietly
but I'll also go annoyingly slowly
as one befitting his age.

As for the scars
you only see the ones on the outside
and that's only if you bother to look
and we're all scarred anyway from day one
so
I'm no different but different,

like you
I'll also come to the end
but while I can
I'll still pretend
it's just another nightmare.

Sunrise at 07:10
beautiful.
if I could go back to sleep
I'd wake up and watch it again.

No owl yet.

The bees are at it already
working steadfastly
they have no idea
that I'm having honey on my toast
and a cup of tea.

Yesterday evening
I watched the fire helicopters flying overhead
fires somewhere to the west
or so the builder said.

Wood still needs cutting but it's not going anywhere and so it can wait

She's at the gate
axe in hand

I suddenly wonder if the wedding band that I wear
plays music,

The day's already filling up with day
what more can I say
except
hasta luego.

She says
that She's going to take me out
and
not with a single shot to the head.

That's a relief.

It takes me some time to get myself going in the morning, things are not what they used to be,
I probably need to be taken in and given a sixty-nine year servicing.

Wild isn't it?
one day you're crawling around as a child and in the blink of a cataract eye you're wondering why you still crawl around like a child even though years have gone by.

Quiet out there
the air is heavy
daybreak is a weight waiting to drop.

Hot too
and my beach body is not even ready.

No!
it's not woe is me
I'm happy and not because I kissed Snow White although I might at some point

at the point of my gun snarls Grumpy,

ah!  
he's always miserable.

Wednesday which it would be
sees me a day older.

If you were here you'd be there by now and by there I mean Noon, but you'll get there soon enough.

Already 24 degrees and rising to 33 if you believe the forecasters, those weather masters who as we all know are never wrong,

you're playing the same old song,
She says,
but these days old songs are all that
I know.

Siesta
when you're allowed to go crazy
when She let's me be lazy
for a couple of hours.

I'll take a nap,
first though
a slab of Ice Cream
the killer vanilla one
which She makes so well.

There's still lots of wood to chop,
She says
chop-chop it'll not cut itself.

The axe feels light in my hand
that's because it's a saw
which is what I'll use for
the wood,
got it?
good.

Looking like Popeye
minus the pipe
might even have some spinach
which'll make a change from cabbage.

Breaking the new day in
is like breaking new shoes in
but I don't know why.