I've been guilty of taking work home with me.
Not papers, folders and spread sheets-
Ideas, to-do-lists, and ultimately, nightmares.

I've been feeling a little dusty-grey lately.
From the fluorescent tubes, plunger coffees, long days.
May I add
Particularly on weekdays.

The week is coming.
Of fru-fru frocks and air kisses.
Poll: What makes good catwalk music? (no, seriously)

Last week I walked obliviously through a picket.
Amidst the Hard Yakka shorts and hard hats
Was a swarm of fashion police in the customary black uniform.
I looked down at my best black dress
And sighted faint regret for the first time.

It's Sunday again.
Some people think Tuesdays are more depressing than Mondays
Because Monday was crap and mid-week seems an eternity away.
Don't think too much and it will just slide by.

Nite.

If I shopped less
I (could) save money.
I've been abstaining,
For the occasional wave of adult responsibility,
Or perhaps just that I'm waiting for the season-old discounted items to be cleanly devoured.
Last week it was a purple silk skirt
Today lime green stripey shoes.

Yesterday I baked.
It's been a while.
About 150 monster cookies later,
I swore, like I did 8 months ago,
That I was never going to bake/eat another cookie.

It's time for a hair cut.
My want of a fringe remains unsatiated.
We poll: Fringe or not?

In pink pants I sit and
Dice cantalope, nashi pears, mangoes, and white peaches.
The flavours of summer.
The colours of happiness.

Even if I no longer jump out of bed like it's Christmas morning,
Or that the novelty of hand-made pineapple tarts has finally sapped.
There are no mandarins to be found here now,
And six in the house seems nebbish compared to thirty.
The three-day feast remains a highlight-
Us three huddled in the kitchen
Stirring, shredding, tasting, bantering.

Last year I wandered amongst the burning sandalwood
Anchoring my wishes into urns.

Last night I sat sedate, inarticulate, beat.
But happy. Yes.

Health. Pink - of heart and soul.
Reverie. Gold - in laughter.
Clover. Green - a new year, in ease.

To you all.