In hours twixt sleep and sleep
the breakfast
the lunch,
the dinner
and tea.
The dressing-gown, cereal, coffee, shower, shave, conditioner, moisturiser, deodorant, and socks.
From grumpy eyes to Elysian whim…
From walking the dog to stroking the cat,
and back again…
From negotiations with housework to a ceasefire over washing-up…
Labour without laughter
Marketing without melody.
Did the postman deserve that bark?
Did the car drink too much petrol, on the road to Moanbaun Woods?
The family, the family, the family
the WhatsApp…
Where have all the contracts gone?
Remember the Burning Bush?
Commandments
Agony in the garden
Resurrections and assumptions
Ablutions…
And all in the twinkling
twixt sleep and sleep.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 
« And all in the twinkling
twixt sleep and sleep. »
What a way of conceiving of it! What a fine idea that is.
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Thanks very much Robert. I missed your comment until now
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Love this whimsical glimpse of the minutiae of life!
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Oh Carole, I missed your comment until now. Thank you very much for your welcome words
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