Fruit...

... is the target of my demolition job today. I've run out of flowers to destroy, and Minnie's disappeared off somewhere when she saw the glint in my eye this morning. I woke (if that's an accurate term for giving up trying to sleep for the umpteenth time in a row) in a feisty mood today and spoiling for a fight. Unfortunately everyone is out again until late evening, and I've already gone as far as I can with phone and text abuse without alienating people I may need to depend on. Come on, people, I'm up for an argument - make my day! Maybe I shouldn't have cut back on the meds just yet, but I get so frustrated at being cooped up and medicated down.... Not to worry, I'm sure things will look better tomorrow.

Here's a poem about fruit just to make this dismal post more interesting:-

Fruit Poem: Tutti Frutti By William Theodore Peters

A matchless woman, six years old,
With fetching smiles and frills of beauty,
Asked me why Tutti Frutti ice
Was pretty near all Tutti?

How apt to be the way, I thought,
This world of daily work and duty,
Always too much of Tutti brings,
With not enough of Frutti.