New (old) poem + News In Brief

Wow, it's been a while. It appears this blog is now used only for travel and poems. Since my poetry writing has taken a downturn lately, and we aren't exactly going on holiday every week, it's a little bit empty!

News In Brief:

• Adrian and I have been looking at open homes with an agenda to see what is available for the money we will have. We *might* look at buying near the end of this year, depending on the houses available. Considering we apparently live in one of the most unaffordable places in the world, I will be extra proud if this actually happens. (http://www.demographia.com/dhi.pdf see page 18).
• Claire's Pet Care has obtained a few more clients and was very busy over Christmas
• We are counting down to our next holiday in May/June (see countdown timer to your right ----->): Europe including Baltic Cruise, visiting family and friends in England and the Netherlands, a not-originally-planned 5 day mini holiday in Copenhagen, and plans for a mini road trip around the south of England.

I wrote Adrian a poem for Christmas. It was inspired by a concealed, dark desire of his to be an accountant or some kind of finance-y person. Those of you who know him will know he gets rather passionate (some might say geeky) about some things. Finance/loans/interest/savings/currency markets is one of these things. So here it is:

There once was a Doctor

who worked hard all day,

But he wasn't a Doctor

in the usual way.

Not a Doctor who jabbed

or prodded or poked,

Not even a Doctor

in a white lab coat.

He sat and he tapped

at computers all day

No, he wasn't a Doctor

in the usual way.

His work was intriguing

and paid him well,

but what was missing?

...He couldn't quite tell.

He sighed and he hummed

and he tapped and he typed

and thought about what

he could do in the night

"Could I be a Dancer,

an Actor or Cook?

Should I be a Barman,

or start writing books?"

"That's it!" He thought,

"I'm a Doctor all day..."

[But remember, not a Doctor

in the usual way.]

"But oh! I'll be a

Secret Hero in the night -

I'll sneak around

balancing books left and right!"

He went out and bought

a cape, green and blue;

new glasses (dark ones)

and a new pair of shoes.

Armed with a calculator,

rulers and pens,

he readied himself and

started out then:

"I may be a Doctor

all through the day,

But I am not a Doctor

in the usual way.

Look out in the night!

I'll come to your bars,

Your shops and your cafes

and even your spas!

I'll look through your books

and balance your year.

After I'm gone,

No tax-men you'll fear!

Super Accountant Man!

I'm a Doctor by day,

But no longer a Doctor

in any usual way!"