I Do My Washing


I forgot to put the tablets in first,
So I had to take it all out again.
Does that really make a difference?
Why do they need to be next to the drum?
Do they miss the drum?
Does the separation hurt them?
I do my washing and I think about you.
I do the hoovering and I think of you.
I load the dishwasher and then,
129 minutes later,
I unload it, steam condensing on my glasses.
Blind, I think about you.

I clean the hob because it’s covered in crap,
Spitters and spatters from meals for one I’ve cooked
While thinking about you.
I buy a special brush from Lakeland,
It’s on sale.
A bargain.
And now I can clean behind the taps.
That’s so important, don’t you think?
What would happen if I had a visitor
And she saw that I had not-shiny-enough taps?
I think about that when I buy the brush.
No, I’m lying, I think about you.

I hoover around the bed you used to lie in,
Softly snoring, occasionally kicking your legs
When you had doggie dreams.
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen
Or will ever see.
I clean the bath, perhaps too much
Since my fingerprints shrivel like my life
And I think of hugging you in towels,
Tickling you till you pleaded for mercy
But I gave no quarter.
And now I would give everything, anything.

Another week.
I do my washing.
I hoover.
I dust the top of the doors.
Fuck knows why.

Another US Terror Attack On Pakistan

At least three militants have been killed in a US drone strike in north-west Pakistan, say local officials.

Four missiles struck a compound in Haiderkhel village, 5km (3 miles) east of Mir Ali town in North Waziristan district on the Afghan border.

More than 100 raids were reported in the region last year.

This is the third drone attack in Pakistani tribal areas this year.
(Source: BBC News)

Another day, another US terror attack.

I haven’t been lazy with the picture, the BBC have used exactly the same picture and subtitle, presumably because they too are overwhelmed by the number of attacks.

Watch your TV news this evening to not see this being reported.