It isn’t easy being English. It’s not just the clothes you wear. Sorry, one wears.
Nor the things you think or the way you see things or the way you speak.
But when you hear it, especially when the English talk about relationships – sorry, not a very English word, I meant things like that – you know you really couldn’t be listening to any other people. Especially when you realise that when we say sorry we actually mean pay attention. I meant one means. Sorry.
I drove past someone’s house this morning and had a look to see if the garden furniture was still where I’d put it and the pergola was still there. And I thought of this. I don’t know whether to call it Being English or Things Like That. Or People Like Us, but I want to use that for something else and besides, not all of them do.
Things Like That
It was all quite straightforward.
We both knew
Where we were.
We sort of got along.
Like that.
We liked each other.
Quite a lot rather soon.
That way too.
And then well.
You know.
All sorts of things happened.
And before we knew
Where we were at all
That was it really.
Now I just look
To see if her car’s there.
If you see what I mean.
Thinking back I’m not sure
Either of us did at the time.
Pity.
Actually.
(c) Carl Bennett
