“Your late!” she said
As she stood at the dining room door,
Me awash in the sea of Poetry.
This vision of loveliness,
Dressed tightly in her blue, towelling robe,
Hair unkempt and not yet combed,
And downstairs an hour before the norm!!
“What do you mean late?” I enquired,
“Well aren’t you going shopping,
You’re normally gone before this”
“No not today” said I.
“Why not, you always go on Saturday?”
“I know” I said,
“But today is Friday!”