Dust everywhere, since builders
elected to leave. Fetched dustpan
and brush. They say they clean up
afterwards but surfaces are covered.
I’ll be wiping them for weeks. Major
restructure always causes grief. You
pick yourself up. Look at the mess.
Heave a sigh and begin scrub
and polish. Find places where they
failed to fill in the holes, or left
jobs half completed. Of course it’ll
not be easy, but we decided to employ
them when lads in the village didn’t
want to get their hands dirty, because
they thought they were above such things.
G’s funeral was a quiet affair. Rain
kept off for once. Red, white and blue
roses from the Polish deli. Bless.
Zest for life,
PS Can’t miss grandkids charity dance tonight.