Bitching

I'd like to sass up to the Savile club
limber up in linen
for a not too sharp Chardonnay
and a talk to tickle the grey cells
and whistle up words
actually converse about clever things
not the dim domestic rock which is always
rolling down the hill.

But I'm bitching

I'd like to do those cookery things
the Good Housekeeping masterclass
or the art gallery with guide
lunchtime concerts, a little Bach breaking
up the week.

I could lunch a little
There are no current mountains to climb
I have time to turn around and
check out the view
although quietly
as husband works like a dog

But we have a puppy and if I leave the room
she screams like a baby.

One child nearly fledged and I replaced him with
a
dog baby.

Silly me
Mind you everyone we meet goes aah

I'm just bitching