THE HOURS IN A DAY
by Donald Campton
(Kianga New south wales)
The days are not getting any shorter but to me it seems they are.
I am rising earlier and after doing a few jobs like sweeping the tiles and getting the dogs breakfast and my own breakfast, it is time to get my clothing on. It's time for to walk the dogs... that is if "she who must be obeyed" has graced the day with her presence and finished her cross word and of course her breakfast.
Any way when I have spoken with friends overseas and we have a natter for a while (thank heavens for Skype and Yahoo chat) , the time is for coffee and a biscuit and working starts (like this morning, was lawn cutting day and checking up on e-mails). Wouldn't do to miss them!
Now it's lunch time (dinner time/ tucker time etc) and dog dinner time. it is time for work doing other things like cleaning up the mess from the lawn thing-o.
3pm comes round, Oh boy I can do my own thing now. sit down start the computer and do some drawing.
The day has turned to night or nearly so-- night dogs, cook tea, drink it and watch the news then "wake up its time to go to bed" comes the voice of authority.
Where the hell did my day go?
must be getting shorter...