Good to the last bit

The last bit of sunshine (that mini sparkle at 11 o'clock).
For 2014,
The last walk.
For 2014.
The last gust of wind.
For 2014. 
The last overdose of food and champagne.
For 2014. 
The last electric shock for the dog.
For 2014. 
The last bit of bickering.
Forever. 

Tomorrow... now, tomorrow...
What shall tomorrow bring?
There will be sunshine tomorrow. Or in March 2016.
There will be more walks. And more dragging of little feet.
There will be more gusts of wind. (Over 110 kph forecast for tomorrow morning).
There will be more overdoses of food and champagne. Oh, yes baby.
There will be more electric shocks for the dog. Until she learns. But she will never learn. You can't teach an old dog new tricks. And you can't teach a young dog a single trick. If she is daft. As a Spaniel. 
There will be no more bickering. No. More. Bickering.

Because my kids swore, and I believe them. 



What a fool I am.