Richard And Susie

Homeless Susie
It’s a beautiful sunshine Monday morning. It suits my mood. My son is coming home. Just first Susie – the – computer has to move out of his room. He hasn’t slept in it for two year. These days it looks more like an office with all my writing books, magazines and bookcase overflowing on to the floor and chest of drawers.
Susie has a new home waiting for her in the corner of our bedroom. Cosy too – it’s right beside the radiator. And the bonus is I can look out onto the garden where spring is pushing the cold days of winter away and warming the budding flowers with its sun’s rays.
Zack, our Jack Russell watches me with curious, alert eyes. “Richard is coming home,” I say as I struggle past him clutching Susie’s new brain to my chest. He cocks his ears and looks at our Spaniel who gives him her doe eyed look that says something is up. She’s not easily roused out of that bed since she retired – and cleaning too! Could be a walk in this for you and me if we keep out of her way, she yawns, settling back on the sofa.
With Susie’s leads and wires reassembled she’s now is sitting like the Queen bee in her new home. And I am writing this on her new screen. Oh yes, a new brain and a new screen – only the best for my Susie.
Now, what about that mountain of paper in Richard’s room? The suggestion from my long-suffering husband is firmly rejected. Anyway, the bin men have been and gone – by next Monday he’ll have got used to climbing over the boxes. I can hear him muttering as he plugs in the kettle for a well-deserved mug of tea. “Who’d be married to a writer addict? It’s enough to put you on the drink.”
“Been there done that – as they say,”
Thanks for taking the time to read my Monday Mood
See you next week
Bye for now
writeyouwriteme.