I guess, I’m going to have to pay more attention to security, although I consider it pretty good as it is. We came home from holiday yesterday to find our house broken into for the fourth time ! They managed somehow to climb onto the security shutter box on the first floor patio door, and break into the third floor bedroom window. So I’m sorry to all my readers, I’m not going to be back to writing posts every day now, for a while, I’m just not in a fit state.

Shows what a mess I’m in, I’ve just posted answer to yesterdays prompt (What should I pay more attention to)

Anyway, for now here’s a little something I wrote whilst away. It’s on one of my pet subjects mobile phones, I’ve actually written three, but the third has some very mild sexual content, so I won’t post it on the blog. Should anyone want it I can email, it’s only innuendo nothing explicit. I’ll post the second one in a day or so.

 Bad Habit One.

Sitting in the restaurant, he’s gone to the loo, I’ll get my phone out that’s what I’ll do. He’s coming back,  best quick put it away, I’ve only looked at it eight hours at very  most today.

Don’t know if he noticed when I went to the loo, I was only gone one hour or maybe it was two.

I don’t think I’m addicted, I’m not on it all the time. I can’t be looking at it, whilst putting washing on the line.

On the bus all those kids were looking at their phones. I could have been too If I had been alone.

Just because he doesn’t want one, he’s so high and mighty. Even when I go to bed I have to smuggle it in my nighty.

He’s sitting in the other room, watching news on the tv, I can view my phone now whilst cooking pasta for our tea.

“I can smell something burning “ he’s shouting through the door, Oh no, he’s coming in, best hide it the draw.

Watching a weepy movie, I pretend to cry. He reaches out to hold my hand, then I hear that awful sigh.

I’m going to the pub he shouts, I may be gone a while. Good at least four hours alone with my friend Mr Phone.

A letter from his solicitor, he’s suing me for divorce. He’s says I’ve been having an affair, with Mr Phone phone of course.

I never liked him anyway, I’m best off on my own, but when I need love or something more I can’t ask my bloody phone.

All words Meadowhead Bard.