Breakfast

Bank Holiday. As if they need one.

Weekend.

Like we used to have.

Peat on the fire, as the lady cools.

Some camping, but

I’m not there, I’m not invited

Into the front room.

Why there?

It might rain, so be safe

And sanitised.

Is that a sneeze I hear?

Will we live Tref?

Should we stock up?

Let loose the 21st Century’s dogs of war.

Telegraph the news abroad.

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