Back in the drift
on a cold winters day!
Well, it’s not quite that season
but it’s cold anyway.
I’ve realised the caff
at the side of the building
is a place that’s been opened
to do fish and chips in.
Me dad and me ate here,
a regular treat.
There was always a smile
as you wait for your seat.
Through time it’s expanded,
quadrupled in size.
It’s a welcome retreat
under grey brooding skies.
So chuffed for the owners.
They’ve done themselves proud.
They’ve dug out a goldmine
neath COVIDS dark cloud.
The Earl Grey reminds me
of lunch with me dad.
With memories like that?
Well it can’t be all bad.
The author
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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