October 2014

It's like one of the fields from World War I outside.
The mist didn't roll in so much as rise up
And there's a harvest moon you could eat your dinner by.

I'm just looking for things to tell you about when you get home
But there were no animals outside when I was out there
And no noise at all or notable odours to report.

Tomorrow you'll be home at some stage with the bairn.
And the mist and lack of odours will be yours to note if they persist.
I will have my wife back and the world will turn again.

Question Time #3

What time is it? It's time to go down the stairs.

What time is it? It's time to change your nap-nap. No flipping.

What time is it? It's time to go in your chair and talk to Jerome. And Debbie the Zebra.

What time is it? It's time to wash ya face.

What time is it? It's time to read a book. Did you write to the zoo again?

What time is it? It's time to go for a walk, apparently. Off we go.

What time is it? I don't know, it could be noon or 4pm or 6 or something.

What time is it? It's time for dinner. Some goes in your face. Some goes on the flo'r.

What time is it? It's time to brush brush brush.

What time is it? It's time to go to schnarf.

What time is it now? It's still time to go to schnarf. Go to schnarf.

What time is it? It's time to tell your Mama we love her very, very much. And to put the kettle on.