Disclaimer: Spooks belongs to Kudos and the BBC.
A/N: I've been thinking long and hard about what to post for my 50th fic and have finally settled on a collection of poems and ficlets rather than a single story. Characters, series, rating and any spoilers will be indicated at the beginning of each chapter. And as it's me, there will undoubtedly be randomness...
Characters: Ruth and Harry
Series: Post S9
Spoilers: None
Rating: K+
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Married Life
You've been frying bacon again,
I know you have.
I found the empty packet in the bin.
And you've washed up,
And cleaned the kitchen.
(Even the dog looks guilty.)
We've run out of eggs,
Which is odd
As there were half a dozen yesterday.
So you fried bacon
And made French toast.
(You call it eggy bread.)
But you put the washing out,
Mowed the lawn and cut the hedge.
You even remembered
To water the hanging baskets
So I'm not angry about the bacon.
(Or the eggs.)
I found your best black socks
Or rather, the hoover did.
They were under the bed.
They got stuck in the vacuum.
It took twenty minutes to get them out.
(They're not for best any more.)
I forgot to collect your suit
From the dry cleaners.
But it was partly your fault.
You rang me,
I got distracted.
(I'm still blushing over what you said.)
I'll get it tomorrow.
Remind me at breakfast,
Before you kiss me goodbye.
Then remind me again.
Before you say 'I love you'.
(And then remind me again.)
Thanks for reading. :)