I've the day off tomorrow,
and it seems the schools are shut.
So we're nipping off.
Down to see my mum and dad.
Back tomorrow.
She phoned me yesterday,
from the top of Moncrieff Hill.
She was drinking a glass of Mumm's champagne,
with my sister,
huddled behind a rock to shelter from the wind.
The decadence.
(Wonder if there's any left)...