In any estimation the boss driving off before smoko
is a dead giveaway; Podge immediately knew what
was on - thus insisting we do our counter-clockwise
hill circuit a bit earlier than usual; well, we are home
again before 10 am. His role-playing ‘anchor dude’
is exceptional, except for moments when he thinks
it’s likely to thunder and lightening a bit, & it’s there
that I get a say in the way our cameo is played
But this morning’s shared evenly between the man
and a dog who reckons he’s the better supervisor -
ok, I’ve no trouble agreeing as long as I don’t have
to roll with ‘im in his beneath-the-patio dust-pit, the
one which he insists’s much cooler than being in a
well-behaved mode else-wise lying snoring inside
© 1 December 2015, i. D. Carswell
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