of chocolate and some
antacid tablets!
All This Rain
A wet Sunday in February.
Rain drops streak down the patio doors to the terrace,
which wait
locked shut - longing for spring.
The washing machine shudders to a halt
with another load that certainly won't see the washing line - it'll have to hung it up on the on the 'dolly' in the kitchen!
Water drops fall from a gutter unable to cope.
In the drive,
puddles gorge themselves on yet more rain drops
which
gang together to catch out those brave enough - or foolish enough
...to venture out!
We wait
longing for the days of summer
with games and barbeques
maybe a 'Pimms' or three!
Almost lake like
the lawn is now unable to absorb any more rain
and now has huge oceans forming across it - should we get the dingy out?
And still it rains.
The dreams of a Sunday morning
trimming the shrubs
mowing the lawns
then
after lunch
taking tea - have simply been washed away
by all this rain!
Such Detail
With a repeated sharp 'crackling' sound
followed by a small - 'pop'
then a 'rattle'
my wife
sorted out her latest delivery of tablets.
The crackle was from the plastic of a tablet slide - rows of transparent bubbles in which tablets were held prisoner,
safe,
clean,
uncorrupted,
and specifically proportioned,
waiting to be taken - as prescribed by her GP!
So; as each bubble yields to the pressure of her thumb
with a crackle of its plastic,
the tablet slide being expertly positioned
over the required section,
just one of seven sections
with their lids open
waiting to receive
'Monday to Sunday' written on the lids...
with a 'pop'
the shiny silver foil
a coating on the reverse side of the tablet slide
full with printed information about the tablets...
fails,
submits to the applied force
realising the once captive tablet,
this released tablet,
then drops successfully into the first section of the row of clear plastic containers
with a rattle,
which,
are designed to take that days allocation of tablets
and so will be joined by other tablets soon.
This routine is continued until each daily section
has the correct amount
of the correct tablets within it.
This is a routine my wife undertakes each weekend
those long plastic containers each with seven sections
one for each day of the week
the weekly containers that people use
to make sure they have taken the correct tablets
on the correct days
at the correct times.
...it is then I remember!
It's only because I've put my hearing aids in...
...that I am hearing such detail!
Nothing If It Wasn't For Us
The country ground to a halt
yet another rail strike had been called
not involving the train guards nor the drivers
...they were both equally appalled
The rolling stock had a disagreement
it turned into quite a fight
they all thought they were most important
so they argued deep into the night
The wagons said the carriages were lazy
but the carriages said they'd so much to do
"We wagons carry lots of dirty cargo
you carriages simply haven't got a clue!"
A snooty locomotive then chipped in
with a fact that the group had sadly missed
"if we locomotives didn't pull any trains - then
all of this would simply not exist!"
Then a little voice was heard
a voice whose anger grew and grew
it was the metal rails and the concrete sleepers
both keen to deliver their point of view
"There'd be nothing for anyone to run upon
if it wasn't for us here on the ground
you would all be sinking in mud
how on earth would anybody get around?"
It was then somebody heard a distant shouting
and everybody turned their heads and found
it was coming from the station and getting louder
there were many angry passengers stood around
"You are here to get us to our destinations
to get us to our friends and to our work - thus
if we didn't buy the tickets
you would all be nothing...
nothing if it wasn't for all of us!
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