cold winter beach with coloured skies

the pinks, blues and greys draw Little Monkey in

what goes on in that little three year old mind?

when all he wants to do is stand and watch the ocean

is it the magic of the water drawing him in?

or is it a snapshot preview of years to come?

wetsuit zipped up, surf board in hand, watching the sets roll in.

warm snuggles with my girl on cold days

quiet reading with Monkey Boy, (Wind in the Willows is serious business)

a visit from my midwife,

will there ever come a time when there isn’t a golden glow around the door way when she appears?

I don’t think so

sipped hot drinks with Mr Chocolate

and conversations that poke, prod and pull at dreams.

thoughts of how disgusting this lingering cough sounds from the beast virus that felled four of our family

to the untrained ear I’ve either been smoking 4 packs a day for the past 20 years or have contagious stamped all over me

it’s neither, but denial seems futile.

and cheesy toast, oh cheesy toast

how is it  you taste so good?

sourdough, cheese, grill it, a grind of black pepper

you can keep your packet junk foods,

cheesy toast is where it’s at

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what’s happening in your weekend?

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Spiced Hot Chocolate

hot milk frothed up in a coffee plunger

pinch of cardamom

a shake of cinnamon

enough squares of chocolate to keep you happy, drop them in

sipped with satisfaction