A sunny day in Bognor

There’s something missing behind your eyes sometimes.
When it’s not warm enough to go out and do your garden.

Let’s not think about all those people who live in Scandinavia.
If only. If only.

You’re still haunted by the December your boiler broke
I rarely see you happy when the central heating’s on.

No-one says thank you in the Winter.
But then the sun comes out

like the girl getting on her friend’s shoulders
during the Robbie Williams gig

and we’ll put a picnic in cooler bags.
Get the deckchairs from the shed and drive to the seaside.

No more pulled curtain dark rooms for us
pressing F5 on our inbox.

When some people make sandwiches.
they know what goes with what.

Basil. Spinach leaves. Cherry tomatoes.
You cut the crusty loaf diagonally

with such enthusiasm.
Our tennis rackets are in the boot of the car.

This is what we’ve been waiting for.
That big yellow sun on the BBC weather map.