Sunday cooking Batch cooking Make enough for the week cooking Thinking ahead cooking Trying to cook as quickly as I can cooking Saving time in the days to come cooking Saving money cooking Let’s have something from the freezer cooking At least it will be home cooked cooking ‘Please play’ you say ‘and stop your cooking’ ‘Just need a little bit longer’ I reply ‘What about me’ shouts the oven ‘The oil is ready now’ says the frying pan ‘Chop me up, chop me up’ chirp the vegetables ‘Play, play, PLAY’ you shout The cacophony of demands ringing in my ears From the real to the imaginary Everything blurs I fast forward to the days ahead When I wake up from my bed And choose something from the freezer To help life feel a bit easier Batch cooking all the way Just need a little bit longer and then I’ll play.
I drop something You say Shit You laugh knowing it’s a word not for you I think oh no I’ve said it too many times A bit later you drop a spoon You say What the Hell I think oh no I’ve said it too many times The next day you’re struggling to put on your shoes You said Ucking Nell I think oh no I’ve said it too many times I try hard to say Sugar Plum Fairies It doesn’t have the same Umph. Bollocks.
(to be read after Camping # 1)
Why are we camping I ask myself In the heat Sweating my arse off Swearing into the air Frustration right there The shelter needs to go up You need food We need to find the water tap I need the toilet And a cup of tea They will have to wait The heat rises in the air And so do your emotions You shout, getting it all out We could return home Sleep in our own beds Eat at a table But we are here In a field Out of choice In the air that feels like An oven And we will have fun Yes we will have fun I promise Once I've got this f**king Shelter Up.