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Apr 2018
Tumble through my head
Just as I fall into bed
Spinning round and round
Not making any sense
Where's my pad? It's downstairs

Trying to sneak down the stairs, creaky floorboards, squeaky doors, husband who loudly snores but high alert should I speak.
Trying to sneak to get my pad makes me giggle and laugh

Find my pad, start to write
Hubby quietly stands in door, gives me such a fright
We may as well have a cup of tea, even though its only half past three
We drink and talk, back to bed

Words tumble through my head - - - and my pad is still downstairs!!
Last night, the night before etc etc
Jackie Mead
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Jackie Mead  60/F/United Kingdom
(60/F/United Kingdom)   
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