Just to confuse everyone, including myself, I wrote this yesterday when I was supposed to be planning my 'to do' list of jobs for today (which was, of course, tomorrow yesterday) and so I've called it Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’ll finish the ironing.
Tomorrow I’ll change all the sheets.
Tomorrow I’ll vacuum the whole of the house
And get cat fur off all of the seats.
Tomorrow I’ll sort out the wardrobes.
Tomorrow I’ll tidy the drawers.
Tomorrow I might even bake us a cake
And some daintily iced petits-fours.
But today I will just put my feet up,
Have a bit of a rest and some tea,
Cause the thought of tomorrow’s work schedule
Is getting the better of me.
When I read this to Rod he said, ‘That’s you to a tea!’ I’m not sure quite what he means!