Saturday, 19 May 2018

Lest they do harm

the window seat, sit look out. Wish for an old man's seat, a high backed armchair with ears to prevent the head rolling off to one side.
It is a lovely day, look out into the view of the back yard, a disgusting mess.
And with the blasted awful bronhitis there will be no chance to get rid of it, no strength in the arms no air in the lungs.


Leave the self pity be, ignore it now. The weather is lovely.
The sound of the first small boy to get up sounds outside, they had a little party last night, a small party playing computer games all night, All yesterday evening.
And now the silence of the early Saturday morning.

The sun has reached out to the upper balcony of the old house, there is a colourful kite hanging there in the shape of a boat. The sails glow in the sunlight. There is a plant pot up there too.
There is also so much to be done.
A big house is a thing of beauty.
But it makes for a lot of work.

Remember the antibiotics.
These do not appear to have done much good.
But take them all, finish the course.
Lest they do harm.

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