I've had a mixed day today. Back to my line dancing which lifted my spirits but the hall was so cold I left my scarf and gloves on for the whole lesson. Arrived home to find bad news - can't go there yet. Spent this evening in good company, but have drunk more than I should have and the chocolate beckons. So much for the diet?

This one, I wrote a couple of days ago, when the s**t had not yet hit the fan.

Cucumber Slice

Oh, the knife must be sharp
For a blunt edge won’t do
Once I’ve peeled off your skin
I’ll be thin slicing you

The seeds will be scattered
I will suck up the juice
Save two, for eye patches
I will then let you loose

A few slipped into Pimms
Others sandwiched sans crust
Yes, my cool cucumber
You’re a dieter’s must