Monday, bloody Monday!

Mondays start at five o’clock on Sunday afternoons. That quiet, yucky feeling slowly creeps in and gradually gets louder and louder until it’s screaming in my ear, “Tomorrow’s Monday!” Then it moves down to my tummy and settles itself into a tight knot like a snake in a wicker basket. Now and again I forget … Continue reading

La La La…

I’ve been singing non-stop since Monday afternoon. Well, not really singing. More like humming. Often just mumbling. So let’s say I’ve been humbling. But I’ve also been whistling on and off too. Therefore we could realistically say I’ve been whumbling all week. Whumble, whumble, whumble… And when it’s not coming out of my mouth it’s … Continue reading

Writer’s Bum

Along similar lines to an athlete getting Athlete’s Foot or a tennis player suffering from Tennis Elbow, I think I have caught Writer’s Bum. This in itself is not actually a bad thing since it shows I’ve been writing recently but what is worrying is the fact that I’ve hardly been writing at all. An … Continue reading


We’re the envy of them all. The men anyway. ‘What did you do for Valentine’s?” they asked. “Nothing.” “Really?” “Well, we watched the match on TV and ate pizza.” I didn’t mention the couple of glasses of champagne we’d downed. Sounded a bit too posh. “Are you kidding?” “No. It was a great match. Did … Continue reading

My Valentine

Here’s yet another silly poem, but hey, it’s Valentine’s Day!  I’ll stop soon I swear…   My Valentine, It’s been twenty-nine Times our love’s gone round the sun.   My Valentine, Glad that you’re still mine Like we’d only just begun.   My Valentine, Remember that first time When you came to my fair isle? … Continue reading

Why look back?

Why look back At the road that’s closed? The barrier’s down, You’re out of luck. It’s a no-go zone, It’s here you’re stuck.   Why look back At the road once walked? The should-haves, could-haves Make no sense. There’s nothing now, But the present tense.   Why look back At the road you took? You’re … Continue reading

To a House

Great ugly block of concrete bricks. Yer driveway strewn with leaves and sticks. That stupid trailer on the grass, Still taunting me each time I pass.   Two rows of logs outside the door, When they are gone we’ll stack two more. A lopsided sign to welcome youse Whose entrance in our home we choose. … Continue reading