We all have days just chilling
In sloppy jumpers, fluffy socks,
We hide behind the sofa
When the postman rings or knocks.
We don’t brush our hair or moisturise,
We don’t bother with foundation.
The lipstick stays inside the bag,
There’s no make up application.
We light the fire, we get a book,
The cosiest crochet blanket.
Kettle on and biscuits out,
Cat snoring in her basket.
These home alone days must be grabbed,
And cherished, loved and planned.
It’s our guilty pleasure, ladies,
Most men don’t understand.
Recharge those tired batteries,
Give your skin a rest.
Snuggle down and read and snooze
Until your brain has been refreshed.
Order take away delivery
Then settle with your book
It’s not often that they all go out
And you don’t have to cook.
You can’t under estimate these special days
Don’t miss them, don’t you dare!!
Snatch them up and wring them out,
The occurrence is so rare.

Artist : @bdelpesco