Haiku about my day last Monday (01 May 2017)

Talked to Brocagh man!

A cousin of Brocagh John!

At the Old Thatch Inn!

Up at eleven!

Clapped out after yesterday!

Long distance driving!

Having a Red Bull!

At the Cove, Ballyronan!

I shouldn’t drink that!

Saw an old School friend!

Married to an IT guy!

Childer there also!

Home via bypass!

Heading from Castledawson!

Then relative’s house!

Had a well-done steak!

Not the type to eat it rare!

Not a beef person!

WiFi doesn’t work!

At the Old Thatch Restaurant!

Same for Brocagh man!

The same Brocagh man!

No BT Infinity!

Not even Bluebox!

Gorgeous day outside!

Spent most of it inside, though!

Following snooker!

A bit scatterbrained!

Forgot about appointment!

Was for last Wednesday!

Talked to relative!

Said his uncle drove buses!

Coventry City!

Doing to-do list!

Planning for tomorrow’s chores!

Need to plan bettter!

The runs this morning!

Mad rush to get to toilet!

Held on for too long!

World snooker final!

The missed black didn’t matter!

Selby was too good!

May Bank Holiday!

Another one in four weeks!

A four day weekend!

Merging PDFs!

Needed to pay for service!

At forty-two quid!

Highs and Lows

Today I ordered 2 kilograms – 4.4 pounds – of organic carrots from a homegrown garden website based in Newtonards and that I had to pay via PayPal for the carrots and postage separately.They were bought with view of beginning fermenting carrots to boost my immune system. Their website has a glitch; my background in Software Testing. “Fine, fine, fine, mouse, fine, mouse, fine, rat, fine, syringe, fine, nose!” 🙂 (still can’t resist quoting ‘The Simpsons’ even twenty years on)

 

Then I went for a massage, only to find out that the guy who I thought had cancelled our appointment at 2 pm today hadn’t. And then I wanted to go with him to Davagh Forest. So, I followed his car across a Godforsaking hilly road which I had never been on before and dissected a quarry. From now on, I’ll get a lift off him.

 

Also, today I was on the edge because the past few days have wrecked my body and mind. Back to drinking caffeine after 7 pm; was too much cold turkey for me.

Blessing the Sturridge Dance (Sonnet)

The Old Cross of Ardboe

constitutionally claimed by Moortown!

Mum’s parents are buried there

paying my due respects at the graveyard mass there

networking with my relatives!

Watching the kids by the graves

seeing one little boy from Ballinderry doing the Sturridge Dance

while the Priests talked about the Martyrs!

Childer never had any respect,

but now it’s taken to hyperbole!

Had to hold back my wondering about our society

leading to a situation where anything goes!

Now we have to bless the Sturridge Dance

the green and pleasant land still holds sway!