Grey Days at Crean Bottoms By David Jenkin
The sun has been sleeping too long
Perhaps it is dead?
The sky is grey and sodden;
It drapes its misery
Like the shawl about the head.
Walk on, light the fire to
Drive out the damp.
Strike out the negative
Until it evaperates,
And tomorrow can be a better day.
This poem sums up today - grey! But I will light the fire and snuggle up and hope that tomorrow the sun shines. However - before then there is shopping to put away, puddings to cook, some beds to be made and some tidying. Chloe and Ed will be back tonight and friends to lunch tomorrow and Les Mis on Sunday, and maybe my biggest boy popping in for a visit.
'All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well'
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