RainyMondayafternoonthoughts

Always in the way, snot nosed hive mind of annoying teenagers

Too young to couple off and rutt

Uncaring arrogant spouses your fellows tell you of , who love submarine movies more than you

Doddering old buggers, taking ten minutes to buy tinned vegetables

God I hope I never become like them

Rainy Monday afternoons

The absents of heat

The lack of someone to flirt with

The shearer mondayness of it

Thinking back to Friday in the park

Clear blue skies

My boney boy

The smile which, melts the ice of disappointed years

The gentle hug which calms his childhood fears

The impatient customer

The hours on the clock

The pain in my shoulder

The off colour joke, that gets me through the day

The greeting   off an old friend

The burying of feelings

The sadness hiding smile

The hours and days I ve missed with my son

The hug where he buries himself deep in my shoulder

The days I want to skip

The hours that fill the void

The friends in the same situation

The worry about his future and the worry about weather I ll be part of it