remembering summer rituals

when barbequing in a mates garden

with Budlite's and burgers 

laughing and wasp swatting

 

his mother would scowl

through the kitchen window

head shaking

at our inebriated gesticulations

and gyrations

gradually tiring us all out

enough to leave

 

that was always the time

she  would appear

pushing through departing friends

to at last stake her claim

on the empty beer bottle

and crisp packets surrounded

canopied swing sofa.

 

How we would envy

the wonderful sunsets and peacefulness

she was finally being allowed to enjoy

but not her usual plateful

of dainty cucumber filled triangular sandwiches 

and lime juice.

Ugh! (bless her)

🌷 (3)

◄ oh yeah! that's him all wrong alright!

for the lovers of pessimism ►

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LEON STOLGARD

Wed 7th Feb 2018 10:10

so Rose, does that mean you will follow suit and become a kitchen window scowler like her? I think not. I think you will be out there giving it LARGE!

probably not Jemima since profanities are everyday language now in my f*****g opinion ( 😉 )

and good for her Stef!

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 5th Feb 2018 21:16

if this had been our barbie Leon my old gal would have staked her claim first thing in the morning!

and any attempt to budge her? forget it!

P&S xx

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Jemima Jones

Sun 4th Feb 2018 17:22

let's hope for his Mothers sake the booze-fuelled profanities were kept to a minimum Leon. Loved it all especially the title. Thank you.Jemima.

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Rose Casserley

Sat 3rd Feb 2018 10:59

fabbo Leon! the old gal sounds like my old gal (bless her)








Rose 💋

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