The knee’s pure agony. The war’s cutting deep slices into my soul. My lungs are well gippy and ah, look, my tomatoes are finally ripe.
Time to break all your rules. Sometimes you have to.
Crusty white bread. I never buy white bread, but today has to be crusty white bread.
Dry Cured rashers, 97% if you don’t mind. Haven’t bought bacon for two years, but that’s what we're talking here.
Unsalted butter. Makes no sense, you’d think, with the all that salt in the rashers, but I swear the toasted white bread tomato tangy rasher topped slices will taste better unsalted.
Sugar in my tea. No, two sugars in my tea. Never put sugar in my tea, unless in shock or gravely hungover.
Noticed over the decades that me and many of my testicular brethren find Autumn tough on our mental health.
Maybe the mists damp down our spirits.
I call Autumn Male Depression Season.
Time to break your rules: two sugars in the tea; crusty white bread; dry cured rashers; unsalted butter and my own tomatoes.
And yes, hipsters, a little drizzle of himself the extra Virgin.
No ketchup; no HP. Not this time.
Just a celebration of me ‘matoes.
By god, it helped, and I need all the help I can give myself.
©Charlie Adley
27.10.2023
5 comments:
Brave writing
Thanks Anon, but I don't think so.
Ya, I had a slice of the white this morning myself, soaked in the extra virgin. lol. Autumn is a funny time. If you have an achy knee, it gets achier; occasional dry skin/dandruff, it starts to snow like Christmas lol. C’est la vie I guess.
Just read the excellent piece you posted today,Richard, and I love the story of the swimming rats. Thanks for the observations and yes, I love autumn and winter too, for the lights, the colours,many things. Indeed, Richard, that’s life, in all its vagaries and wonders! Sometimes it’s good to fly a flag for each others’ care - we men don’t tend to ask for help. I hope your skin improves quickly!
Richard - a love song to winter...
https://doubledoublevision.blogspot.com/2018/01/ill-miss-calm-and-colours-of-winter.html
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