Sunday Nights

Kettle’s boiling.

Wee man just scored the winner, 20-18, in the garden cup.

When did he get so good?

Running circles ’round the old man.
Rainbow flicks and nutmegs.
Almost make me wish I’d gone easier on him in those first games.

Hear you calling from the kitchen: “It’s ready!”

Toasted cheese or roasted cheese? Cheese on toast… We never could agree.

And a spot on the couch, your smile, your laugh, as you steal the best seat.

Your eyes smiling, 20 years of love, as you turn on the TV.
Everyone Loves Raymond, family favourite, a Channel 4 special, familiar as the Ayrshire rain.

Smiling faces, all together.
Sunday evening.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon

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