I need you in the morning, To stir me from my bed. I need you in the evening, Before I rest my head. I need you when I get to work, Or simply cannot start. I need you when I've had a shock, To calm my racing heart. I fear if there's a shortage, I simply will not cope. My friend, My rock, My daily fuel. My little mug of hope. I really need to stop writing odes to beverages. This is becoming a habit. ...
Death…
Pretty awful title I know. Is it distasteful to blog about death? I am not sure. I recently lost an uncle to lung-cancer. He had been a confirmed smoker, drinker, and perhaps partaker of other substances for all of his adult life. He was the youngest boy of a family of seven children, second youngest overall. You could say he was a 'black-sheep'...but he was loved. Loved by his parents, loved by his siblings, and loved at times by us, his nephews and nieces. He was also a total pain in the arse to all of the above on many occasions when a little too much drink was in him. He ...
Ode to a New Mum
You brought your baby home this week. Your head is all a haze. You're not quite sure which way is up. You haven't slept in days. They tell you you should breast-feed, And show you different ways. Your boobs are sore, your nipples raw. You haven't slept in days. The house is full of dust-mites. "Who cares?” the family says. It makes you sneeze and wee a bit. You haven't slept in days. Your clothes now all have milk-stains. "You're fabulous," HE says. You appreciate the sentiment, But haven't slept in days. You finally left the ...