Everyone who knows me, knows that I love Woodies. It is my favourite shop. So last weekend I spent some time there and found inspiraton for my poem
SEVEN DAYS IN DIY HEAVEN
While you were gone on holiday for the week;
I thought I’d do some work about the house
DIY stuff; the work you hate . . .
So on Monday I cut the grass out the back and watered
The rose bushes. The red one you bought me last February was
In full bloom and it made me think about you and smile.
On Tuesday I vacuumed the house from the bedroom
All the way down to the hall, ‘cause you hate the noise from
The vacuum cleaner while you’re watching football.
On Wednesday I cleaned the windows . . .
I know you promised you’d get around to them last winter
But it’s summer now and the sunbeams show up the dirt
On the glass, not to mention the moss on the path . . .
But I scrubbed that away on Thursday. And then
On Friday I painted the bathroom. And
I got the electrician to fix the broken bulbs.
You thought you’d get around to that before you left
And I understand you had to pack . . .
But I hate to shower in the dark.
It was Saturday before I fixed what I think was
A loose wire on the door-bell. Because
You’re mother phoned to say she’d called
Once or twice. But I swear I didn’t hear a thing
Never heard that doorbell ring.
On Sunday just before I left to pick you up at the airport
I checked on-line and saw your flight was delayed.
Your ETA was showing ten o’clock.
And would you believe
That was when I seized the opportunity
And changed the locks.
(C) Eithne Reynolds