mocking

Over 4kgs of flour
25 eggs
2 litres of milk
5kgs of plums
500g butter
salt, spices, herbs, yeast...the list goes on and the washing-up pile gets bigger and bigger

and the whole house smells of baking bread and cakes, of curry and simmering fruit
a light touch of washing powder and lavender as dirty clothes get processed so that everyone has clean pants and socks and knee protectors and gym towels and....

the sound of the hit parade on the radio and, soon, the vacuum cleaner
of fingers tapping on keyboards and swearing as computers develop minds of their own
the axe hitting on great lumps of beechwood being prepared for the winter's fires

and every time we look out we see this....mocking us..telling us that Sunday is a day of rest, for those who believe.
sometimes I'd trade in a free and critical mind, rationalism and rejection of ideology for a glass of G&T and half an hour on the sun-lounger with the Sunday papers....