They say there’s no point In crying over spilt milk Perhaps they are right But what if the spilt milk is The milk of human kindness?
New you Eat less, get fit Make healthier choices Soon you’ll find that you have become Hungry
Strongly held beliefs Are not, in and of themselves, Proof that you are right
It’s surely better When life does give you lemons To not accept them
When tasks Seem like too much Do one bit at a time And soon you’ll find that you’ve achieved Not much
Did we really have This many meetings back when Meetings needed rooms?
If I don’t ‘like’ it It does not always follow That I dislike it
As it is Friday I’ll probably have a drinkI drink on most days So I could not even think Of not drinking on Fridays
If we want to achieve change Everyone must do their bit Everyone except for me Sadly, I’m a hypocrite
Please do not worry I know the world seems broken But it always was
Sometimes a fact can be attacked for being inexact But it is, in fact, inexact to claim that a fact is inexact For then it would not be a fact Because a fact is backed by the exact An unbacked fact is not yet a fact Though it may yet become a fact when it…
Sunday A day of rest Maybe breakfast in bed But if you live with a toddler Less so
Dry January Might still be easier than Veganuary I could manage without beer But I’ll always need ice-cream
Dry January? I’m not even ready to Try January!
Dry January ?A month without any rain? I will drink to that!
Back to work today No time to write anything More than this haiku
Christmas is over But like Santa I’ll remain Jolly and quite fat
On the ninth day of Christmas My true love gave to me A reality check, “Christmas is over Now take down the bloody tree!”
The Christmas presents have long been unwrapped And the tree has seen better days But still the Twixmas party goes onThough it all seems a bit of a haze I’m not even sure what day it is Or when I last left this room I’ve eaten my own weight in chocolate But there are more…
When my daughter asks For another chocolate I always say no Because like all good parents I’ve already scoffed the lot
Christmas Day is over But it Christmas isn’t gone Because the house is full of festive food So the party must go on I really must stop eating But there’s so much left to eat And chocolate’s now a staple It’s no longer just a treat I’m concerned that it’s not healthy And I’ve gained…
When writing haikus I use humane practices To count syllables
Of course we all knew That the lockdown in England Would end in tiers
Friday Working week done Weekend begins at last Though perhaps not restful becauseToddler
Hope springs eternal But hope does not really help To pay the mortgage
Blog posts aren’t happy They don’t have any feelings But they are content
I wrote this haiku To maintain a schedule but It has no value
Making bad choices Is so much more fulfilling If you embrace them
Sometimes I worry About repeating myself Also I worry About repeating myself But it’s probably not true
Knowledge Is not power Convincing others that You have knowledge when you don’t is Power
This morning Without warning I fell over while I was yawning It was quite a trip Perhaps more of a slip And I hurt my hip I hadn’t yet switched on my brain And now I’m in some pain Though I’m not one to complain But no bones are broken And now that I’ve awoken…