How Do You Like Your Eggs In the Morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean there is something comforting about routine. Knowing where you stand and the order of play, knowing what to expect at every point in your day. Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place - knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make. Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order. Wallpaper with a matching border. Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot. Check, double-check, the doors are locked. Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown. Big box, little box, upside down. I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon. Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom. A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath, humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart. Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event, the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent. His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown. Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around. A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say: He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way. ‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news. There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do. Cars whiz about, people in a hurry. “I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.” Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation. Text message becoming the preferred means of communication. Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo. Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row. Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake, when you just let it happen, not worry about being late. An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize: taking your time meant you got it right. So bin the itinerary, flout the rules, just for once why don‘t you try something new?