Six weeks of quite relentless slogging –
With no signs of a post –
You may think that I gave up blogging –
Or else perhaps, the ghost! –
Well, let me offer reassurance:
I still, in fact, exist;
Though only through extreme endurance,
And often getting p… *er, um* – kissed.
Five dogs, cat, also birds a pair of,
Plus human beings five,
In cottage where one might despair of
Having just three survive!
One bedroom barely has the space for
All my computer stuff,
Other, one bed; while lounge, three, place for,
Is barely quite enough.
Main house madly renovated –
Tiling still carries on,
When completion anticipated
One speculates upon …
Meanwhile, furniture is all piled up
And of no earthly use;
That stacks of what we need’s still packed up,
Offers us great abuse.
The move, for horror-story writers,
Plots for decades would give,
Two consecutive through-the-nighters –
I didn’t think we’d live!
I’m sure it would have people weeping
To know, at two a.m.,
Some wardrobes, with the rest all sleeping,
Were wrestled close past them!
And now all progress must be pausing
While builders go and play –
The Silly Season now is causing
Them all to holiday;
YD and grandkids will be flying
On Tuesday to Cape Town;
Oh well, in New Year we’ll be trying
At last to settle down.