Home Visit

We have travelled once more
into the land of crossed wires
and random messages.

Good god!
The stuff that is plucked from the air
when you’re there!

It is a land where conversations
are making sense
until someone you thought was compos mentis
shouts out from across the room

‘I don’t know where my home is.
I need a taxi.’

And then, as we’re leafing through old photos,
she says

And I said to Phil,
‘I’m getting very large.
Why am I so bulky?’

And then I had three children.
No wonder I was so big.

And I said to Phil
‘What are we going to do with three children?’