Standing As Sentry [Rev]

A Sunday afternoon at home in the sun room has seldom
been so pleasant compared to a 26 degree Celsius open-
plan office, it’s only with the greatest effort I keep my eyes
open by listening to Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 21 - and
Franz Liszt’s La Campanella & if all else fails, I’ll watch the
80-year old Janey Cutler debut on Britain’s Got Talent and
the Prima Ballerina of the Royal Ballet prepare for her role
as the Sugar Plum Fairy - I even didn’t notice it’s lunch

Now I’m falling asleep again & a bucket full of plain tea must
revive me to face Elisa tests for Rift Valley Fever in imported
bovine embryos - but it’s still gross & my latest theory is that
my brain’s been dissolved by the chemical stuff quacks give
us these days to keep active while our legs fail due to the on-
slaught of osteoarthritis; as sentinel at my computer console
I stop unauthorised wild-card texts from escaping authority
before I try to relay these into my very best prescribed

English sounding clipped & circumscribed when expressing
the Portuguese Animal Health Regulation lines; in need of
serious diversion I find Dalida singing Salma-Ya-Salaama,
wish I were travelling around the world as she proclaims
to have done in her energising song…