A second(ary) cup was mandatory, almost essential. There has to be a Plan B, you know...when Plan A goes awry.
But a second cup is a second cup. It did not perk me up the way the first cup did.
Nevertheless I did not leave it to chance. But gulped down the rest without a qualm lest the monstrous fly again dissolved my plan
of living a life of sedentary pace and hard-earned contentment.
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Disconcerting indeed!
ReplyDeleteYes, it was Rosemary
DeleteHa Ha! The fly should fly away. I get that second cup referenece.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you got the humour hidden in the lines. Thank you Colleen.
DeleteI've had something similar happen to me, but with tea. Very rude flies.
ReplyDeleteRude flies are very irritating.
DeleteThis made me smile - and yes, we always need a back up plan! Jae
ReplyDeleteThank you Jae. I am glad you got that smile.
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