I was having such a bad week.
Everything was going wrong.
Had life always been this hard?
I needed a strong cup of tea,
a lie down in a dark room,
I needed a cold beer
with a whiskey chaser.
I turned on the television,
found the channel I was looking for.
I rubbed my hands together
in anticipation.
My wife came home a short while later.
Before I could grab the remote control
and change the channel,
she pointed at the TV screen in disgust.
Really? I thought you were done with all that!
I was, I am. I insisted, my cheeks burning red
in shame and embarrassment.
I switched the TV off, the offending images
turned to black.
She shook her head.
You and the bloody wrestling!