Family and other animals

A new batch of poems, which are quite light of touch and ironic. Six of them, all being decisively hewn into shape. One particularly pleased me as I hadn't been able to get it right for years, and I fixed in minutes, changed the title, cut a bit out and bingo. Pleased with myself when this sort of thing happens. The poem is called A Kibble of Love.

However this could not go on. I went with Lorraine, and we picked up Pat and Maureen, and drove off to Drusilla's which is a small zoo with children's rides on it too. I'd not been there since we took Klaudia and Oskar there when they were kids. We took Maureen there in her wheelchair, and got another one for Pat. We met Tom and his wife Emma, who I'd never met, and their children Finlay and Una nine and eight respectively. The family live in Dubai now, and were home for a visit, and they'd wanted to see Pat and Maureen. Good to see Tom again. Emma, delightful and very chatty. Young Finlay a bundle of non-stop energy, armed with a football which in the first few minutes he'd bounced off every available surface. Una has a lovely nature, and full of beans too. We had lunch there, and looked at lots of animals, and went into the big cage with rainbow lorikeets, which landed on everyone. Maureen particularly enjoying the birds. Another hit was the penguins being fed. But underneath is tugging sadness of these amazing creatures being enclosed. Two ant eaters pacing around at great speed in their enclosure. However us humans had a lovely time, although a bit tiring. 

Fond farewells with Tom and Emma and the kids, and Lorraine drove us home. Luckily it is only 15 minutes away.  Having delivered Pat and Maureen home, we sat quietly on the gold sofa for a couple of hours.