I feel the hot water
As I lower the breakfast plate
Into the washing up bowl
I feel the cold draught
As I open the fridge door
To replace the eggs
I take pleasure in the white shirt
And the blue jeans as I walk out
Into the frost covered garden
I enjoy the music & poetry
On the car stereo as I drive
Down the country roads to work
I remember last night's happy
Telephone conversation. I write
A few words for the record
I reach a high sense of achievement
By methodically repairing my computer
Which yesterday was entirely dysfunctional
