The Best Wife in the World

(On the radio)

'Please play this request for my wife'.
He said.
'She’s the best wife in the world'.
None taken, I said -

though no-one was listening.

'She’s the best cook
works so hard.
She’s the best mum in the world'.
None taken, my kids said -

though no-one was listening.

Then Wendy,
the glamorous newsreader, told me -
'you’ll be shocked by our next report'.
I rolled my eyes.

Funny

I thought,
she doesn’t even know me!
But she insisted.
'You won’t believe this'.

The story runs.

'After the break, an awesome man -
you’ll be moved to tears.
He taught some kids sport.
A true 'local hero'.

I yawned.

Meanwhile - in the kitchen,
I looked across.
My wife was making toast.
Not too light, not too dark.

Nice -

this early Monday work-a-day day
when it was not too light,
not too grey.
Normal.

At 8am

she went to work. She did her job - again.
I found a page of words to read -
but they were of no value - their meaning
abased.

The evidence.

Normal - Standard, conforming to.
Duty - A moral or legal obligation.
Reliability - Consistently good in performance.
Truth - That which is true, is fact or reality.

I sighed.

And then - the bin-men came,
their truck, 'Valhalla', twitching,
bouncing, smelling.
Shouts, bangs

no surprises.

They picked up the rubbish.
They put the rubbish in the truck.
They drove away.

The day settled in.