Saturday, August 26, 2006


What did I come upstairs for, can somebody give me a clue?
I know it was important, I’ve no idea what to do.
Maybe if I return to the beginning, back to where I came from,
I may remember what I came for, and start the washing machine too.

I’m back in the kitchen now, thinking of talking to you.
There must be something to do here, not just enjoying the view.
I’m sure I came here for something, maybe to do the dishes?
But first before I get started, I’ll just pop upstairs to the loo.


Ruth said...

This one jst about sums life up! I love it!! I really made me laugh.


Louise said...

It was just one of those days, you know the sort!