No Hands on Deck

The only thing we saw passing the porch today; whispering across the Flow, its lacey wake kissing the shore.  Although, in another thrilling episode, the bin men came.  And I received a CD from Denmark.  I don’t know how I keep up at times.  I cut the grass, planted some new geraniums, fed the onions, oiled my bike, sorted my front brake.  None of this will feature in the end of year Blip Exam.  I was even allowed an afternoon break.