A week away

Thursday 13^th January

The number of people who pass

Through working for us is a farce

Today we were able

To sit at a table

Raising Emma-wards many a glass

Friday 14^th January

A recce my ultimate goal

The merits of sites to extol

Fish and chip supper

But minus the cuppa

The hotel’s a miserable hole

Saturday 15^th January

Vindolanda and Chesters my aim

Roman forts the name of the game

Cold wind and rain

Migrainous pain

But a fabulous trip all the same

Sunday 16^th January

I walked on the wall up on high

Above me a glowering sky.

I lost my way

Around midday

But found it again by and by

Monday 17^th January

The gloomiest day of the year

Is really not something to fear

I drove too far

In my tin-can car

With the radio loud in my ear

Tuesday 18^th January

I should know better you say

Than to run around frantic all day

But every brings

Such interesting things

And work feels rather like play.

Wednesday 19^th January

Understanding Orestes is clear

When accepting the play’s insincere

An Hellenic day

What more can I say

Than I’m glad our next meeting’s so near

Thursday 20^th January

There once was a teacher called Ed

With Hebrew and Greek in his head

Now I’m sad to say

That he passed away

And we’ll miss him for all that he said