You used to be reliable, I knew you would come and there you were, bang on seven o clock every single night of the week.
You would arrive and calm would descend upon the madness of my home. Silence would fill the space where children had been seen to battle and the soft scent of peace and quiet would dance round the lounge.
Then suddenly you changed, was it something I said?
I stood forlorn at the window tonight looking for you eagerly but seven o clock came and went and you didn’t come. Above me I could hear the thundering steps of twin boy as he swung from his bunk like a gorilla under the influence. I could hear the terrible laughing of twin girl as she egged him on. Then I heard the smack as he landed hard on his arse and the crack as his outstretched hand walloped his sister in his descent. I will.be honest, I was bitter because If you had arrived on time this couldn’t have happened.
The wails of anguish began, the baby awoke and more cries rang out. Steam began to whistle from he who helped create them’s ears. The gin on the side called to me, but I couldn’t bring myself to pour it into the glass. I just prayed you were on your way….
I settled the baby, he who helped create them calmed the twins. I thought I heard you come in, but I was wrong it was merely the sound of twin girl begging for water as she was close to dehydration and without a cup she would surely collapse in the night. I saw the clock tick towards eight o clock, where the hell were you?
I need you at seven, without you I can’t cook my tea, iron the clothes, watch the tv, or even drink the gin.
He who helped create them came downstairs and then I knew you were on your way. I heard the soft snores of bb and twin boy bidding his sister goodnight. The house began to unwind, the silence began.
Over an hour late but finally you came.
And bedtime, I welcomed you with open arms….. (and a glass of gin)