Today - well, the excitement of completing my tax return yesterday was a bit too much. Had to spend today calming down and doing chores.

There were moments though. Like, I watched an Internet video on my PC about how to bone a duck. Googled 'bone a duck' and was pleasantly surprised to find I had a choice of instructors. A few minutes observation, press pause, rush to kitchen, follow suit, back to PC, press resume ... That was midday. For tea/dinner/supper/6ish (depending on where in the world you are), we had slow-cooked duck leg. Tomorrow, it's stir fried duck breast.

Today's poem came from a MR FP prompt. And again - it's not about me. It's not even about someone who 'accidently' took the car keys to the yacht club, when I was due to drive the girls - the Perfumed Ladies even - to see a chick-lit film. More on that tomorrow!

All right now

I thought I had lost my mind
Misplaced it, just like my keys
Probably in the bread bin
A sure sign of Al’s disease

Ah, that’s where I put my teeth!
They’re hiding beside my plate
Dinner’s more fun when it’s chewed
Shame I can’t name what I ate

I do try to concentrate
I hang on to every word
Hearing’s going bit by bit
Everything’s sounding so blurred

The Nurse has tucked me up tight
She is one miserable cow
Time for me to sleep, she says
Left alone, I’m all right now