These damn wars

This cancer

Oesteo-arthritis

And that political wanker

The lift that’s now broken

And fibro-myalgia

Sky box-sets half chosen

And that slump in the sofa

And another thing

That’s driving me raving

That wrong time on the cooker

Since daylight saving

And LBC phone-ins

With their adverts and trailers

And news on the TV

Strange views in the papers

And this dread filling giddiness

In my fuzzy thick head

And that there’s  no-longer-two-of-us

And this cold space in bed

And the night sweating worry

For you children full grown

And clear memories of my past times

When not ill and alone.

(The first evening on a week’s visit to my mother)