In a land that boasts
You can be warm as toast,
Because the sun shines here,
Every day of the year.
Today the opposite is true,
My fingers are turning blue.
The heaters on high while I watch TV,
Bed is inviting it seems to me.
Sitting here wrapped up tight,
In a sleeping bag, what a sight!
Hot water bottle ready and hot tea too,
I'm off to bed before I get Flu!
© Dave Timperley 2012