All day, apart from a good 8k walk
I watched tv about neighbours arguing
Then more tv about police highway work
Always good when you’re brain dead. No more talk
Except what’s coming from the TV set
Last night I had beer, so now there’s no cork
And no booze to celebrate when I got
Home from my few days in London. A lot
Of walking done while there, it’s exacting
After a holiday like that, you seek
A day of nothing. Whole series, that’s not
Usual for me, The Chair, by name, bingeing
Feeling lacklustre, all effort is shirked
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