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Man for New Seasons
I've now been off work for nearly two weeks
Still no letter
I have slowly realised what a mind trap I was in
Working to that intensity
Is something you should do for a war effort
I have only just stopped behaving like a fly
It explains my irritability when I take a holiday
Go on holiday for a fortnight
And I take about ten days to come down from my job
And seeing as I never take as much as two weeks off in one go
I just don't get a relaxing holiday....ever
Being sick was going to be my only chance of a break
As my mind has cleared I have started to notice things
For instance our recycling bins
Which are out the out the front
Are packed with carrier bags that the dustmen won't take
I recall Mrs Dial putting a notice in the hall some months ago
Asking the neighbours to stop it
I took out a bin liner to try and dispose of them
But it got out of hand
It was like a massive string of magicians hankies
There were thousands of them
I thought I was going to vanish
Like the man in the swirling newspapers in 'Brazil'
So I battled with all my strength to force them back into the box
Instead I selected the two newest boxes with the bestest lids
And took them round the back
I don't like bothering the neighbours with 'issues'
If I can get around it I will
Now my last remaining addictions have gone
Under the surgeons orders of impending death
A more benign one has crept under my radar
Digestive biscuits...dunked in tea
I was buying too many small packets
So to save money I bought a twin tower
Still McVities of course
But was quite surprised to discover
That the biscuits in the over large packs are not the same
They are a different...harder grade
And took me a few days to accept them
Also the word 'lesbian' reminds me of 'biscuit'
I don't know why
"Would you like a lesbian with your tea Vicar?"
I have also noticed that the days are still going just as fast
Even though I am in rest mode
If I am to get the most out of this break
I must figure out how to slow it down
As I was washing the pots
Staring out the window
There was something else
Engraved into me by passengers constantly going on about the weather
The ones who think taxi drivers are weathermen
A pattern of weather seems to have settled in over the the last six or seven years
I don't think that the old seasons are relevant anymore
Here are the new ones
Warm Season (not hot) from May to July
Wet Season from July to late August
Autumn from late August to somewhere in January
Sprinter from somewhere in January to May
We figured that the planting information for vegetables is completely defunct
You can plant stuff whenever you want
There are no extremes anymore
Not for any length of time
It has all become bland
Like the colour of peoples cars and clothing
Like the correctness of their speech
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