217. the northern lights.

my wife,

bless her little polycotton socks,

arranged us a surprise 

mini-break to Iceland


  It’s the latest thing, I thought,

  It’s the latest thing, she said.



to be honest,

I’d rather have spent the weekend

in Tesco’s:

and besides, it’s just not right

naming a country after a food store

(and I do mean food in it’s broadest sense).



but I did p-p-p-pick up a penguin or two

and a p-p-p-packet of digestives

– it’s not called Iceland for nothing.



and yes !

I did get to see the Areola –

Kerry’s very accommodating y’know.