5087 - Beer

I slept well, and I therefore did work well 

A sunny morning, hoped the afternoon 

Would be spent in the sun but the death knell

Was sounded on that. Anyway, quite soon 

It clouded over, so I just worked on

But popped to Sainsbury’s in my lunch hour 

Bought soup, felt overheated as I spooned 

It in, took off my shirt, but still had power 

To crack on with my work. But I’m not sour 

In the office could not have sat with all 

My skin uncovered, so that is a boon

Then at three fifteen started on the beer 

Again, in the office, not possible 

But anything’s possible in the home!

5086 - Things

So back to work after one day off and

I think I did ok despite meetings 

And calls taking up all my time. But then

There was a bombshell dropped in the evening 

Lockdown in Greater Manchester coming 

Back. Oldham is the worst but there’s Salford 

Where I live, people ain’t been complying 

Too many parties in the neighbourhood 

So for a week or two it won’t be good 

Stupid little bastards. Mustn’t offend 

I guess. But the virus isn’t going 

Away just yet just like we wish it would 

I wonder when it will finally end

Or is it like colds, always recurring?

5085 - Haile Unlikely

Here’s a map of the bus route to the place 

Where I met Helen for a good pub feed

But when beer’s drunk my stomach cannot face

A big main course. Being full frustrates the need 

To sink the pints, no room for them, indeed 

She had lager, I had Guinness myself 

Now with Josephine it’s about the food 

But with Helen it’s less good for the health 

We like to knock’em back, and not by stealth 

After lunchtime the diners weren’t replaced 

And we were almost alone, seen and heard 

Too clearly for comfort by staff, so felt

Heading to her town of Leigh would be nice

And it was. Met her pals. All got pie-eyed!

5084 - Energy crisis

If there’s an energy crisis it is

That i’ve got too much energy today 

I hope I sleep tonight or I’ll be pissed 

Tomorrow when I really should enjoy 

My day off, seeing Helen, so I say

Let me sleep well tonight oh God or else

I never again will attempt to pray 

But no doubt in bed thoughts will squirm like eels

Electrified against their will, the pulse

Throbbing in my neck and in my temples

So I’ll get a bloody good book ready 

Or maybe I could take some sleeping pills 

Ain’t got none. An evening walk may suffice 

Perhaps I’ll head down toward Salford Quays 

5083 - Dumped by Trump

Been watching ‘Trump - An American Dream’

Lots of old footage from the 70s

And beyond. Sick of his face I kept seein’

Those piggy eyes, that small mouth, no more, please!

And now I’ve started on a new series 

Recommended by Pearl, it’s called’Living

With Myself’ - it made me chuckle with ease

But often with comedy it’s wearing 

Thin after a while. We’ll see. Was driving 

My hired car back to Bolton in the rain

Made a wrong turn but then I found Avis

Then later, tried my hand at assembling 

The sound system with 6 speakers I’m buyin’

From Vee, but I need cables. Not working!

5082 - Cup of tea

Busy Sunday, sunny too, after noon

Collected sound system from Vee with car

I drove to Mum’s in yesterday. Went home 

Had fish fingers for lunch, and then time for

A drive, try to find countryside somewhere 

Not too far, though, so drove right through Salford 

Eccles, Monton, Swinton, Worsley, then there

Was Walkden, Little Hulton, then ‘abroad’

Into Wigan Borough, Atherton, Lord,

I’m in Leigh now, it’s sunny. Then I roamed

Through Lowton, finally finding a fair-

Sized park in Newton-le-Willows. My hoard

Of props came out of the parked car, and soon

Several short films were stored on my camera

5081 - Mum is 88

My Mum’s birthday- she is now 88

Still very bright and with it for her age

Some old-fashioned views, but articulate 

Got fish and chips, the pain was an outrage 

So full, but too tasty to leave. Sausage

Roll later, too, and crisps. We had some fun

Hearing her views. We’re not on the same page 

The time for her views, well, it has long gone 

But then she’s an 88-year-old mum

She liked the cactus vase. Three vases sat 

By the garden window. I rearranged 

The flowers, putting roses in my one

And sunflowers in the others where they’d fit

Dropped Jo at her boyfriend’s, Alderley Edge