Thank God, or I’ll be making myself ill
Still sunny, but no drinking. Why? Because
I drank last night and tomorrow I will
Be at it again, so I had my fill
Not of beer but of quorn for a nice tea
And watched more Schitt’s Creek, always makes me smile
The Dad’s the sensible one. Family
Is mad apart from him. He’s still funny
Though, and those great scripts flow without a pause
By bedtime I was nice and tired, and fell
Into a long deep sleep quite rapidly
Trying not to let the excitement rise
About tomorrow’s night out with that girl
Fri 25 Sep
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