November verse 6: While they’re counting

November verse 6: While they're counting

The BOM predicted wind and drizzle
but today dawned clear and still.
In bed we did our daily puzzle,
read the news, then took our pills,
had juice, poached eggs on toast (with pepper).
I showered, shaved and, feeling dapper
went out shopping while you made
a marinade and ironed and laid
the table for tonight's four dinner
guests. I vacuumed, rehung art.
You whipped up a sweet lime tart.
Refresh, refresh, there's still no winner.
Downstairs hung their washing out.
Refresh, refresh, it's still in doubt.