MONDAY MORNINGS Copyright 1999.   MONDAY MORNING ITS ALWAYS THE SAME HOPING AND PRAYING ITS NOT GONG TO RAIN I LOOK AT THE WASHING PILED HIGH ON THE FLOOR SHEETS AND TOWELS AND SO MUCH MORE   I REACH FOR THE POWDER OFF THE TOP SHELF WELL, ITS NOT GOING TO WASH ALL BY ITSELF I FILL THE MACHINE WITH A GRUNT AND A GROWN NO, ITS NOT GOING TO WASH ALL ON ITS OWN   THE WEATHER IS FINE AND ITS GOING TO LAST IVE JUST BEEN ASSURED BY THE WEATHER FORECAST THE WASHING IS DONE THE WEATHER STILL FINE SO INTO THE BASKET AND OUT ON THE LINE   I PULL THE LINE UP WITH A HEAVE AND A STRAIN WHAT'S THAT I FELT, OH IT CANT BE RAIN INTO THE BASKET I THROW THE WHOLE LOT AND YELL TO MY NEIGHBOUR WHAT LUCK IVE GOT   THE RAINS LASHING DOWN AND THEY'VE FORECAST MORE SO WITH SHOPPING LIST I HEAD FOR THE STORE RAINCOAT AND WELLIES UMBRELLA ON TOP BEDRAGGLED AND WET I ARRIVE AT THE SHOP   I QUIETLY APOLOGISE AS I STAND BY THE DOOR MY BROLLY HAS MADE A POOL ON THE FLOOR MY SHOPPING DONE I BID ALL GOODBYE WHAT'S THIS I SEE, A CLEAR BLUE SKY?   I RACE ALL THE WAY HOME THE WEATHER TO BEAT WATER LOGGED WELLIES I TUG FROM MY FEET I GRAB THE BASKET AND HEAD STRAIGHT FOR THE LINE OH NICE AND WINDY THE WEATHER IS FINE   I PULL THE LINE UP WHAT A WONDERFUL SIGHT THE CLOTHES WILL BE DRY AND PRESSED BY TONIGHT I WATCHED WITH PRIDE AS THE CLOTHES DANCED AND FLAPPED OH NO! I JUST CANT BELIEVE IT THE ********** LINES SNAPPED   Back