A baw-faced delivery man came up our hill
the backdoor open ,his left eye bloodshot
“Four boxes for Gordon!” he wheezed testily
“Some fucking hill you live on!
Why don’t you live somewhere flat?”
I made for the telephone to call the estate agent
but my wife, who can be granite-hearted said:
“You’re over-reacting! Over-sensitive as usual”
so I gave him a wee seat
and a glass of
Irn-bru