I am in bed with my beautiful wife
But neither of us is asleep
As we are sharing a coffee
Which we hope will wake us up
It is sunny outside and still quite warm
But the temperatures are slowly fading
In a matter of weeks the cooler winds will arrive
Accompanied by the soft slate skies
My wife is no longer in our bed
She is taking her morning shower
I take the opportunity to ring my sister
Who is waiting for a train in Southampton
We discuss the weather and other events
She tells me that it is cold windy and wet
And that her train is ten minutes late
Due to congestion further up the line
I tell her to jump on the first plane to Spain
But she declines the offer as she has settled into a pattern
Which will only be broken in late December
When she visits us to celebrate Christmas
My wife has returned from her shower
With a crimson towel wrapped around her waist
I hand her my phone and return to my coffee
Which has lost its heart and now tastes bitter