The sun came out today, and it didn’t go away, maybe summer days are really here.
I’d better find my hat, and my insect swatting bat, and my suncream that I only bought last year.
Oh but the neighbours out the back, will think they’re having such a crack, with their music playing late into the night.
But when I go to bed, I don’t want that racket in my head, but what’s a girl to do try as I might.
Even though the sun is out, and I like to get about, I always make a flask of tea to go.
I know my drink should be cold, but my dear I’m very old, though I much prefer the sun over snow.
The birds tweet in the trees, and the pollen makes me sneeze, but I’m loving walking on this sunny day.
The park is not too far, ooh there’s a wasp on the neighbour’s car, I smile as I carry on my way.
I could have brought some bread, but that thought wasn’t in my head, for the hungry ducks and geese that hover round.
You’ve only got to drop a crumb, then they all decide to run, their beaks make a really awful sound.
I’ve found shade under a tree, and a bench that’s just for me, I can smell the scent of suncream in the air.
I pour myself a cup of tea, wave to Sid from number 3, and ask him if he’d like to come and share.
Sid is a lovely chap, walks his dog, wears a cap, takes a parcel in for me if I’m not home.
He comes to sit down for a rest, which I think is for the best, oh but his hair, I wish he’d use a comb.
We put the world to right, gosh the sun is really bright, I need to get some sunnies from the shop.
I finish up my tea, ask Sid if he wants to come with me, we get up off the bench and off we pop.
“These are nice” says Sid, and “they’re only a few quid, you could get more than one pair at that.”
As I look at my reflection, I just know that i’ll reject them, instead I make Sid try on a hat.
“This very nice, but it’s very overpriced” “give it here” I say “before I change my mind.”
“There’s no need” Sid replies as I roll my my beady eyes, I really am just so very kind.
I see some sunnies that I like, on a stand beside a bike, when I put them on I think they look just great.
Sid offers me a smile and I think all the while, that he really is just the perfect mate.
“Oh I’m tired now” he tries, does a yawn, closes his eyes, “but I could eat a jam scone with a touch of cream.”
So we walk to the cafe, no need to bother with the faff, we’re having scones and tea so it would seem.
By the time I get back home, there’s a message on my phone, which I hardly use don’t tell my daughter that.
She sounds really upset, calling me from the vet, somebody has ran over her cat.
What a day, what a day, is all that I can say, tomorrow may be different goodness knows.
It could chuck it down with rain, or my back could be in pain, but let’s just sit and embrace life’s highs and lows.
Happy Summer