Wednesday, 9 March 2016

Happy birthday, Terry...

A Day At 7 Barnard Grove
We played kitchen table tennis to a George Formby back drop.
Then sparred, our knuckles sheathed in socks.

Sideburns and glasses loomed while the skinny kid dazzled with his football tricks.
The caterpillar execution unit (two house bricks) was demonstrated with aplomb.

Arkle, ever present, said and did nothing as our plank plane hit the ground.

Hot tea and toast was served as we lay prone beneath a makeshift shelter.
We exchanged glances and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

Overhead, the winter starscape shared the joke.


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