The Write Time

Getting in the “writing zone”

Can sometimes be quite tricky

Social media, texts, emails...

Distractions sure mount quickly!

I must put aside the looming chores

And pretend they don’t exist

Flick over pages on the notepad

To avoid the "To-Do" list…

I need a space that’s perfect

Not too noisy, not too quiet

I need the right amount of light

And some snacks that fit the diet 🍎

Bottomless coffee is a must

(Or wine -  yes, I’ll have some!)

If conditions are just right

Then, maybe, the words will come

But… there’s another distraction

Which stops me writing more

A certain little "helper"
Who's just too cute to ignore 🐶

Feeling the Cold

I should be used to winter

But it’s becoming clear

That, somehow, I feel the cold

More each passing year.

I rug up like an Eskimo

Have the heaters set to high

My kids sweat and peel off clothes

“It’s far too hot!” they cry.

Well, it’s alright for my young

I know they’re all naysayers

Laughing, they say “Really Mum?

You’re wearing how many layers?”

These kids, they do not get it

They just can’t understand

So I say (like my dear granny)

“Come here and feel my hands”.

Cold hands mean a warm heart

So my heart must be ablaze!  🔥

The chill in these extremities

Never ceases to amaze.

Sadly, fingers white and icy  ❄️

Are an all too common blight

My poor husband jumps a mile

When I cuddle up at night.  

And, speaking of bedtime,

Oh - how unsexy I do get!

Thick blankets, woolly socks  

And PJs of flannelette.

I hanker for the winter’s end

For I do like spring a lot

I like the sunshine and the warmth

I just hope it's not too hot...