The Gardens

You could be forgiven for thinking that spring was indeed springing. After chores, I stepped down town, and wishing to see the world in a new light snapped up two pair of spectacles. Reading glasses, actually. I'd quite fancied those trendy round things, but eventually had to settle for something more in keeping with the old face.
Anyway, after that it went a bit downhill. Brer in law phoned. M-i-l had been feeling poorly overnight. Things sounded like they were getting serious so we were down that M6 as soon as we could. Got there at 9:30 and she was still with us, which was a blessing indeed. By 11:35 the lights had gone out. The end of a long song.
We sat at 2pm in an almost deserted bar. Are you down to see the Wanderers, enquired a bloke at another table. We weren't, I said. Not on this occasion.