The door’s locked,

The stone is tight

The key is turned

Still cracks of light

Seep through in shadows weird and strange

And voices call and thoughts derange

The peace and tranquil tomb around

My door, and entwine their fronds

Around my perfect peas carved space by space

Each pea perfect in its place

And shake my charnel house to life

And bone dust flecks fly to the light

With manic chuckles, taunting thoughts

Of bouncing peas and freedom paths

Away

but all stones neatly laid lead

To other doors with carvings strange

And names deciphered too late

To flee

And run back to the door you know

The door you bolted long ago

Against the cold, the laughing stoats.

The weasels got you by the throat

And paced the days out one by one

Until the chaos had begun

To trance you, lull you back to sleep

In sweet illusion of deep peace

And weeds entangled thoughts of theirs

In with your falling, shedding hairs

And tight their grip on hope and glee

With grips and prickles plain to see

Til pained you carve the dates and thoughts

Forget the freedom that you bought

And hug the earth towards you tight

And pack it closely as you might

So nothing more can fill the cracks

And minds cannot tell what they lack.

Footsteps fade from down the path,

The echo’s gone, and weasels laugh.

We left for school, we were about 5 minutes late so not so bad, head teacher was seeing in the late children so filled her in and asked her to pass it on to his class teacher just in case there was any repercussion’s.

It was only when I came home and assessed what had happened that morning that I realised what it was all about. I was my works Christmas Do that night and as it was in London I was having to leave fairly early. We always use the web-based Sitters for babysitters and have been very luck to get the same sitter each time, this time though because it was a week night she was unable to do it so we were having a different sitter and I had spoken to Munch about it the night before and I am sure this is what had subconsciously triggered that mornings incident.

It was the Christmas Bazar after school se we went along to that and did all the usual activities there before returning home Munch was very good and amused himself whilst I was getting ready I had brough a microwave ready meal for his tea, figured a one-off would not hurt. Munch wanted me to get him ready for bed before the sitter came and he also wanted to do snuggle time.

Once the sitter turned up Munch was fine and when I was frog marched out of the house by him!!!! I left them playing on the floor with Lego.

I had a great night and it seemed strange me being the one leaving before the end as my 2 very good friends who I work with have always been the ones leaving early as they have to get the children up the next day now their children are much older and either at work or old enough to get themselves up for school. I had not seen a lot of my work colleagues since before I went on Adoption Leave, so had lots of questions and well wishes and I seemed to repeat the same thing’s over and over again to different people.

At home sitter said Munch had been very well-behaved, she said that he had said that he felt sick at one point and would she phone me, but she they would leave it a while to see how he felt later, and he never mentioned it again.