I’m supposed to be on holidays to have a little rest,
but the weather is atrocious and all I feel is stressed.
There’s so much I should be doing to fix this place of mine,
but no matter my intentions I just can’t seem to find the time.
The grass is growing rapidly, there’s gravel to be spread,
the pile of mulch is waiting to be placed on garden beds.
I look out every morning with hopeful heart for sun,
but all I see is drizzle, which isn’t any fun.
I wasted all of yesterday on a computer glitch,
I didn’t find the answer, now it’s like an unscratched itch!
I’ve promised not to waste today, that I’ll do something that I like,
I’m thinking that this qualifies – morning coffee, as I write.