Favourite Things-bless Julie andrews

Simply remember my favourite things – the antithesis

We have deadbeats and headbeats and stone faced suits climbing up ladders forgetting their roots when the dog bites when your heart sinks and the car breaks down I simply remember my favourite things and then I don’t feel, so good. Trains that are shiny but seldom on time fume filled filthy stations full of sleazy and slime miserable faces and no conversation all of that dullness and that eerie stillness why does this have to be a British illness. Moaning and groaning and often complaining we always feel better especially when raining, anal retentive and limited interests tabloid survival and nothing inventive everyone rushing to see themselves older an organised life in a neat yellow folder. Staring at bumpers on sardine packed roads abstract thinkers and the short life of toads late for your tea and television twitches another long day of scratches and itches, sleepless and rattled torn and embattled marriage collapsing a life now unsaddled. Routine is shattered as if that really mattered family exploded long since corroded nothing makes sense with a mind fully loaded when the dog bites when your love goes and pills are prescribed simply remember your favourite things and then hide.
(C)SJ2009