Feeling Sick

The house is sick. My wife is ill, my eldest is sick. And so my youngest and I had a great day just playing in the sunshine on the balcony as I put very large amount of washing through the system!

My eldest came down later and looked out on the scene. And then he described how he was feeling- priceless!

Feeling Ill

 “I’m twirly whirly.”

That is how he describes it.

I thought he was ill!

Surveying the scene.

Surveying the scene.

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About Maitiu

I am a collection of aspects. A father, a husband, an uncle, a son, a teacher, an aspiring writer, an amateur photographer, a poor guitar player, a slightly better singer... Online however I am a 365er looking to find out what people make of my personal poetic musings and my photographs. Drop a penny in an old man's hat and let me know what you think... (Leave a comment!)
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