From my bunker window,
men in hi-viz vests,polish i think,
tread scaffold boards,tap'tap'tap.
all on-going and doing good.
My walnut tree,
i started cutting all of a pop,
now only half done,
forced by the weather to stop.
Mud,and rain,and aluminium steps,
at my age you have to take care.
Larchlap fencing, has taken a hit,
not mine i'm pleased to announce,
it has been there forever,
and it's time to replace,
good luck to my neighbour,
he'll need it.
Dirty laundry and washing-up.
i really can't be bothered,
yesterday's dinner, another cup of tea,
Half-baked attempt at writing poetry?
Nah,, don't think so.
in the whirrings of the mind.
the question is,
how does one deal with crap like that?