The Incident of the Courgette

Funny things happen in life, and I am always keen to see the humour. This can be a bit unfortunate on occasion, but now that I write, I can at least have an unstifled giggle with hindsight.

Restaurant behaviour

I once had a proper job, a career as a computer programmer and project leader. Despite a requirement to be sensible and grave and never to argue with authority, I couldn’t always manage it. I would open my mouth in the presence of members of the board and giving them unasked for advice, or snort at an unwittingly funny remark, often being berated later by my line manager, Jean, who was very nervous about such things.

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Walking the Dog in the Chalk Meadow

Oxeye daisy illustration for poem about chalk meadow
Oxeye daisy

These daisies,

Ox eyed,

Damask and canary,

Brushing my legs,

They dance in soft air in their thousands, with devout faces that watch the sun wherever it hangs.

Ecstatic worshipers, giving more attention than my small students.

I dawdle through humming heat, searching for brave orchids among the tender vetch and yolk-ish buttercups.

Butterflies: small, blue, copper, brimstone-yellow,

Dive across my path like dancing petals.

Beside me, the dog’s breath chuffs like a desperate steam engine.

Exhausted, leaking sweat from his tongue and yet,

Determined to chase the ball.