The trouble with retirement is it’s a bit like waiting to die, really. It’s as if ever since Roy passed away, ive lost my will to live. Sometimes I just sit and stare out of the window, watching the trees swaying in the wind.
Just staring,
staring,
Just staring really.
I wonder if when the cold sets in jack frost might just take my life away....
I watched Family Fortunes the other day. That Vernon Kay is a nice chap.
- Strong, firm buttocks.
Sometimes the local youths play outside, thumping their footballs against my garden wall, destroying my geraniums.
There was this one occasion when, I heard this great big knock on the front door, and so i peered, ever so carefully, through the spy hole. There these two great big coloured boys stood, loitering in the pathway. Thier skin was a black as the night sky.
"Get out of the house!"They shouted,
Banging on the door, like great big ghastly monsters.
"Your roof is on fire! Youre roof is on fire!
-"You need to open the door now!"
Good lord, I thought. They must have been after my collection of china thimbles.
As my Roy always said: “if the chaps’ black, suspect an attack.”
And so I just stood there, in the hallway, staring at my ornamental golden labradours.
It took the fire fighters six and a half hours to rescue me from the blaze,
But at least I still have my dignity.
1 comments:
Straight through to my stomach. I loved it.
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