A Sunday Afternoon

Sunday dinner is being prepared
Trish is at a clothes party
I am on veg duty
Cut and peeled enough to feed an army
Trish will stare incredulously when she gets back
Roast tatties are sizzling in the oven
Meat, huge roast for ten bucks
Is cooked, sitting on a plate waiting to be carved.
Knife at the ready.
Sarah sleeps in the front room
Lullabied by the Sunday afternoon Aussie Rules game on telly,
Never get the hang of that game
Crazy
I take the time offered by the kipping Sarah to do all the chopping,
Carrots, broccoli, cauliflower and runner beans.
Quick nip outside to drag in the washing
Still damp
In the dryer.
Cats crying for food
Moston and Boddies
Boddies is a freckled tiger colour
Moston is as white as snow
I was sure Boddies was our old cat Wanda until I saw them sat side by side.
Where does Wanda go these days
I hear crying from the front room
Sarah is awake
I lift her to my shoulder and she nods off again
I write this whilst I wait for Trish to return
Roll on the grub.