Springtime for Pensioner

Up at the crack; an icy day with blue skies. First delivery 7am - including an all important kettle. After that was done, a stroll round the neighbourhood, firstly along the beach, how happy I am, then up the steps to the shop for a paper and back down to the square to the workies cafe for, appropriately enough, a square sausage. And who did we bump into but the bold cigs.
Back to let in a stream of workmen, starting with the fireplace builder, through a succession of window people till Mr Landscape garden man arrived. A glorious day, with light streaming down the garden, I ran out to pick up a gourmet meal from along the way - mac cheese and chips. Good to try the local delicacies. When in Rome, n'all that.
Finally, the last man, one of the fishy Croans, and back to bohemia to put the feet up. But only briefly - off I did cycle to the boatie council. The boat has been sore neglected and it came to me in my dreams; all the halyards were thin like wool, and the handlebars (I know) had become detached and were covered in black oil. There may be a message there.