"3 and a half", over breakfast she said,
"Perhaps 4.3", he replied.
"Decimals today then?" She said with a grin.
"An ingenious equation, this marriage", he lied.
She was feeling almost a 7 at lunch
And asked if tonight was still on.
He said perhaps if he managed a 5,
But now he was barely a 1.
An hour or so later he was feeling a 9
With his P.A.'s Cs in his hands.
She said he'd been 8 as she gritted her teeth,
This wasn't the rise she'd originally planned.
At tea he was 3 with a frown on his face
And a smirk in the place where his secrets were filed.
"Well today's been a 10, what with 3 other men
And a call from your P.A., you bastard", she smiled.
WhatWhyHow???
This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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