Working again, another early morning
Very quiet Sunday, slowly dawning
I don’t mind Sundays, guests stay in their beds
Croaky voiced phone calls with weary heads
‘Can I get a late checkout’ and ‘what time is morning meal?’
Probably sounding as bad as they feel
Came home watched more footy, cooked some fish
Sesame oil and olives, a real ‘special’ Jamie dish
Wifey said sarcastically that it wasn’t great
But there was no food or patter left on her plate!
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