storeroom with books, sorted them according to type
stacked them and packed them, Annette knew what
she was doing while I tried to keep up - yet still put
books in the wrong box; hungry I had hake for lunch
And lost my sight - went as blind as a bat, worst is
the fish and chips tasted bad - without condiments
it was as bland as if washed in antiseptic oil - then
came home totally dysfunctional to discover so is
my son, marks indicating he’s in need of tuition to
Master his studies - I warned him he could not go on
if claiming he couldn’t study in advance - thus - though
I sang to the security guard and wore my pink hat, this
day was an eclectic mixture of happiness and pain, I
didn’t know which was uppermost – oh, it was pain -
My son never even knew what extra subject he should
have had - and sat for the wrong exam BUT I refuse to
break down just right now, tonight in bed there would
be time to agonise about life, especially as my darling
daughter decided to resign right now,,,
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