We’ve got big plans for the Bank Holiday
we’re taking the dog to the beach,
picnic sandwiches
and blankets,
and pork pies
then home to the beer garden,
pints of beer on benches,
summer sun.
The bank holiday Monday arrives
all dish-water skies and drizzle,
my wife points to the storm settling in outside,
we’ll do the beach and the pub another day.
Typical bank holiday weather,
she tuts, before heading to make the tea.
I smile to myself as the rain batters
against the window pane,
and reach for my pen.