Day off
First day in ages
Bin liners
Book eye test
Book eye test
Buy a little step so I can see on the top shelf in my wardrobe
Book eye test
Book festival
Enjoy the sun
Go for a run
Book eye test
Book eye test
Hoover
Order books
Hang out washing
Book eye test
Book
Eye
Test
Have tea, toast and jam in the sunshine
Get in the sea
Make the most of the day
Book eye test
Eat something nice
Do something you don’t do
Book eye test
Read
Clean
Buy dinner
Book eye test
Check bank balance
Book
Eye 
Test
Have fun
Find the WD40
Get strong arms
Buy a bikini
Work out what to do about work
Buy a shelf
Make homemade burgers
Make biscuits
Clear out clothes
Go to dump
Plan the summer
Hand wash a jumpsuit early enough for it to dry in the sun
Book eye test
Eye test book
Book some comedy
Have fun
Put a song on and dance around the kitchen
Make a list
Look up Glastonbury resales
Have a laugh
See a friend
Book. Eye. Test.
Eye test book
Koob eye tset
Etseoteykob.

You rummage about in my sock drawer
Finding long back socks
That go up to your knees
With the heel flapping about at the ankle.
They’re in the wash
You make a noise loud enough for the birds outside to scatter
Your howl fills the house as you lie on the floor
Demanding my socks
Your socks are not what you want
Your socks that you chose
Two weekends ago
And now disregard
Your socks so less important than mine
In your eyes
My long black socks at the back of my drawer
I never would have guessed
Nearly 7 years ago
The importance of my long black socks

Do you see the creases on my elbows when I straighten them
Do you see the lines next to my mouth when I’m still
Do you see the ridge in between my eyes when I’m just 
Looking 
Growing stronger and there to stay
Do you wonder if that ridge will go
Do you notice my neck looking rippled
Do you notice my hands looking more dimpled
I’m listening to Ade Edmonson from the Young Ones
Being interviewed on Desert Island Discs 
I want to be a Young One
You’re a Young One
My friend Ade just said he used to be thought of as 
Groovy and revolutionary
I want to be groovy and revolutionary
Do you think I’m groovy and revolutionary 
Do you see me as I see me
Or through rose tinted glasses
Peaches and cream glasses
Chocolate cake and custard glasses
Sunglasses
Reading glasses
Cocktail glasses
Oh how I wish I could be Vyvyan from the Young Ones
With tangerine hair
The offbeat, anarchic rebel with surreal humour 
And a manic stare
What would you do if I turned up at school
Heading for Badgers Class
Dressed as Vyvyan
Would you run a mile
Hide under a table
Climb fast up a tree
To a place of safety
I’m just going to get my Young One 
I’d say
I’m dressed as a Young One
Can’t you see
Maybe I should leave that daydream inside my head
And enjoy who I am instead
With ridges appearing on my face 
But maybe I’ll colour in part of my hair tangerine
With your felt tips pen
And see if you notice
What do you see I wonder
What you see.