You see through me don't you.

The little things have been getting to me this week. Someone coughed without covering their mouth, I was seething for ages, mumbling to myself and generally calling people names. I held a door for someone and they just walked past like I wasn’t there, not a thank you, kiss my arse or nowt. It doesn’t cost anything to be nice, good manners seem to be vanishing as faster than a politician's principles.

A little poetry I think……

Ode to eBay.

I’m flogging off the precious things
and owt that’s not nailed down.
So many deals my feedback isn’t sparse.
Our house bereft,
there’s nothing left.
It’s as well you can’t sell arse.