You have to get out of the orange armchair
No matter how comfortable your bottom feels.
It’ll be grand to stand up and move away from the Masters
Maybe it’s time for tea or another glass of Bordeaux
At least the exercise will help you decide
Whether another square of mint chocolate is worth the taste
Doubts are common, uncertainties rife
There’s no guarantee you’ll be more comfortable over a boiling kettle.
A black cat wants attention as he scratches behind my head
Puma’s food is in the room with the washing machine and screwdrivers
The dog looks asleep, breathing like a metronome. He’s easy to watch.
Louis hasn’t had a run all day. I wonder how he’ll be in the morning.
There’s no time to count, no seconds to add or subtract
There’s time to be negotiated, time to dwell on how the odds are stacked.