Evidence that notes for your loved ones can carry the most tender messages

If I've posted this poem of mine before, it was back in the Edwardian era when I started the blog, and those followers have died now, or got bored, or perhaps died of boredom, so here it is again.

It's called Love Note, and I think you'll sense the fond feelings and affection coming through.

Love note

You're late - I've gone to Mother's.

Your stew is in the dog.

The Peugeot’s got a teeny dent.

I’m never good in fog.

Johnny's at the Youth Club

and needs picking up at ten.

Kate’s at that new boyfriend’s house.

She didn't say 'til when.

The washer in the kitchen tap

is letting water through.

The dog has chewed your slippers

And your brand new ipad too.

The cat’s had tummy trouble

and has had some in your shed.

The rabbit’s looking peaky

and the hamster’s looking dead.

The TV's going uh-uh-uh.

I can’t work out what’s up.

The dishwasher won’t open

and the freezer door won’t shut.

A tile slid off the roof today

and cracked a paving stone

as well as an old lady.

A lawyer said he’d phone.

The bank has sent some letters.

I’ve put them in the rack.

We’ve had five bills from Barclaycard.

One of them’s in black.

Your mother’s sent a letter too.

She says she’s changed her will.

She’s leaving you with fifty quid

and the mansion to uncle Bill.

The neighbour’s jukebox just arrived.

Their party starts at nine.

I might be back by Monday.

or might not.

Love Caroline. 

And this poem wasn't one of them.