Get food. Vet's. Groomer's.
Long weekend's filling up fast.
There goes the long naps.

My train reflection
Looks just like my mother's face.
When did I get old?

Old man with noodles
Has prepared for the future --
His dinner looks good.

Working on Sunday.
Just rewards will come later --
Three-day weekend next :)

(a smiley is silent, right? using it as punctuation :) )

Wet nose in my face,
Perfect start to Saturday --
Dog days of summer.

Husband with backpack;
Wife slides paper into it.
Perfect partnership.

Countdown to weekend.
Frivolous use of haiku.
Brain slowly dying.

He cannot hear much
But surely he can feel love.
Happy Father's Day.

Thank god it's Friday.
I can switch the brain off soon.
There, haiku done. Bye.

Don't like six-day weeks.
Next weekend's too far away.
Grit teeth and hang on.

Just half the equation

Aunty S left behind a whole lot of pineapple, so I caramelised them under the grill, and now I'm missing just the tipsy cake to go with it. Dining at Heston Blumenthal's Dinner has spoilt me somewhat -- can't eat pineapple now without syrup-drenched cake.

Rupert is missing something too. He's missing Aunty S. He ran round the house looking for her yesterday. Later, he also stuck his head through the neighbour's gate to check if she was still there chatting to them.

Houseguest, suitcase gone.
Futon moved out from spare room.
Complete erasure.

A sunny Sunday.
Should be heading for the beach,
Not going to work.

Finally, Friday.
Just one day's rest before I
Work on Sunday. Bleah.

House guest with suitcase
Dispenses treats and skritches.
The dogs are in love.

The Queen means nothing.
Watching Jubilee broadcast
Cos I miss London.

Had a long weekend.
Lazy. Read. Facebooked. Houseworked.
Didn't write no haiku.

Long to reign over us all

OK, so some queen is celebrating her silver jubilee this weekend. But this Queen has ruled 70 years in human years already. QE II has some catching up to do.