All is quiet and not even snowdrop, my cat. moves.
The T.V. is lowered to a whisper and geoff is sat in his chair not stirring or uttering a word. The telephone is sat in a corner huddled along with all the other rubbish that should really be in the bin.
The washing up sits on the draining board...just waiting quietly,
The washing machine is standing there in awe.
The girls at work walk pass me silently so not to disturb me,
The sweat is pouring off me and I will I have to go to the doctor, I know I must go........
I must get my H.R.T. tablets.