Proper bacon butties on a soft white bun
Greasy spoon caffs, the crossword in the Sun.
Office gossip, discussing last night’s TV
The little work crushes and builder’s tea.
Boots the Chemist, Greggs sausage rolls
New M&S pants to replace mine with holes
Football away days, the Balti pies
Wins over Derby and FA cup ties
Nights out with pals, going to gigs
Hailing a taxi and getting pissed.
A decent hairdresser, good shoe shops
Stilton Cheese and a thick Barnsley chop.
Carpets in winter to keep your feet warm,
Electrics that don’t go off every storm
Cool green grass, a vegetable patch
Driving past cottages with a roof of thatch.
A good sense of humour, a dirty joke
Speaking the same language as other folk.
I think you can tell from this poem’s tone
That the thing I miss most, is home.
Very Bored in Catalunya is a late 30's stay at home mum to Joseph aged 3 and wife to t'husband, plodding her way through her Catalan life by wasting time knitting, sewing and blogging instead of ironing and cleaning.
Photo Credit: Peasap
Oh, that picture is making my mouth water, and Im a vegetarian. Baked beans for breakfast, can't beat that! Lovely poem, thanks!
Posted by: maria wilson | 18 January 2010 at 05:15 AM
Brilliant! I won't be sending this to my friend in Australia who has been there about a year and is SO homesick.
Posted by: Expat Mum | 22 January 2010 at 10:18 PM