Today, I had another hosepipe incident.
Today, all that was wrong in my world,
centered around a stupid hosepipe.
The last straw,
The absolute top of the crapheap,
Of my So-called life.
Why can I not live a decent life?
Does everything have to be crap?
Why can even a simple job, like watering the garden,
not be calming?
Or FFS easy???
Because I don’t know the answer, I ask another question.
When is it going to stop?
when am I going to have a life?
When I’m dead?
When the kids have left home?
When I find a good man?
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