Interesting day.
After my first post I mooched round the house a bit and gathered the washing. I just managed to get the first two loads into dryers when a crowd formed. It was like a flash mob of people with bags of wet washing. Several of them scowled at me for my temerity in having two machines. I had three loads to do so I deliberately split the last load between the two washers and sat there looking smug to the bitter end.
I hate people who use the dryers without using a washer in the launderette.
I’m not keen on people who scowl at me either.
To be fair, they probably aren’t keen on me either.
Then it was off shopping. There were a lot of people in the shop who explored new and inventive ways of getting in my way.
I hate…etc…
They should be identified as children by their tendency to dawdle and sterilised. That way they might be able to get in my way but they won’t have a brood of useless children to help them in the activity
By this time I felt the need to sit in the car and write haiku.
Unfortunately I ended up writing a haibun about people getting in my way.
It didn’t help.
I feel the calming effect of Japanese poetry might be wearing off.
You stubborn old git 🙂
I’ll take that as a compliment. 🙂
Quite so 🙂
🙂
Better get back to those poems about trees and sunshine. 😉
I had a walk in the woods today. I am not sure whether it was or a bad thing – full of kids because it’s half term.
Very funny, I haven’t been in a laundrette for years, as I remember them people always look at you that way don’t they like you are a potential serial killer 😂, but washing and shopping in the same day, you’ve lucky to have survived at all! 😜😜
I think of it as my way of atoning for years of enjoying myself while Julia had proper jobs. 🙂
Yeah I’m kind of on that kick, except I now have a proper job and Gillian says it’s payback for a decadent enjoyable life in my past. Damn I need to win the lottery, or even do the lottery 😂
I know that feeling – lottery wins started entering my financial planning a few years ago. 🙂
Poor Quercus! It sounds like you are in need of a good cup of tea. My mother used to recite an old tea poem. I have no idea who wrote it.
“A good cup of tea
is acknowledged to be
a famous restorer in sadness.
It quickens life’s flame
and enlivens the frame
and imparts a spirit of gladness.”
What an excellent poem. I may start using it as a mantra in times of stress.
Welcome back, Mr Grumpy! 😉
“People don’t want nice, people want consistency.” I forget who said that, but it works for me. 🙂
🙂
Ah bother! You appear and make yourself to be the grumpy troll, but we know you’re really the softy and heart .
Have you tried opium? It was very fashionable among poets at one time.
Oh no, have we lost the kinder, gentler Quercus?
I’m fighting it but I think my inner Grumpy Troll is shaking off the shackles of Haiku-induced tranquility. 🙂 I’d better write a poem about trees and sunshine…
I’ll look forward to it, Dave.