What if men burst in wearing balaclavas?

You shout crossword clues
while I iron my work shirts.
Katie has just phoned
to say she's landed in Orlando,
the plants have started to blossom
and there's a stack of DVDs we ordered on Amazon
we still haven't watched.
Stuart Maconie is on the radio,

you like him
and the chicken is nearly roasted
and our friends will be here soon
and we've a case of red wine to get through
but I can't help but look at the patio doors
and imagine an elbow through the glass,
a man holding a gun in your mouth
while I fill a bag with our valuables.