Dark days, it’s never light I have the lights on all day Night is starting to close in at four pm At least it’s a quiet time of year Nothing is stirring Typical November No sun, no moon, no stars
I stood on the steps of our mansion Hazel was busy doing the garden She found a bird’s nest in the bushes She finished folding the groundsheet which was a relief to one and all
I went to the bank It was misty and raining I arrived needing some money I had forgotten my pin number probably stemming from the lockdown Eventually I got it right took my money and went home singing