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Thursday, 2 August 2012
It had the makings
of a nothing day.
there being just the two of us,
with nothing much to do
but curl up on the sofa
watching Wiggo grab his gong,*
it had the makings of
a day of passing beauty.
the 'phone would not stop ringing.
Cold callers all
and not one of them a real live person, all
dialling robots, so no point
turning the air bright blue
or being rude.
Financial packages mis-sold to us.
Change of gas supplier.
The Government is worried about the likes of me!
(I'm worried about the likes of me -
as anyone like me is bound to be)
Culpable Accidents (sic).
Their records show:
a lorry knocked me off my bike...
True. But that was sixty years ago!
I'd really like to know...
Tell me if you can,
How do you spend
a beautiful day -
just the two of you -
with the likes of them?
*Wiggins win the gold medal in the road cycling time trial.