Crumbs

Naked... was your favourite clothes. Bed... was your favourite place to be. Your favourite setting for...anything! Your bed not only the site of your sleeping but your treasured place for reading...thinking. Your beed where we(naturally) made love - although you loved the wide open countryside as well. Your bed also doubling up for doodling drawing & watercolouring sheets the colour of spilt sunsets. Oils always had to be doen standing up (but on the bed where naked you painted me naked and often ...painted me. Hot tea again usually spilt on me! Your bed stained with our loving (how come I always got to sleep in the wet patch) also used for things that can't be mentioned in polite company not to mention eating. Crumbs! What I remember above all (if one discounts the love we discovered there) was: crumbs! Crumbs! Forever found under one's bum (the usual cluprit beoing McVitties Chocolate Digestive Biscuits) and I forever brushing them away. You claiming I was pernickty & fastidious. If we were THE ODD COUPLE you told me I'd be Felix. I said: 'No.... ...they make me scratch & itch and annoy me! ' Crumbs... I miss them now. Now, what I would give for just one crumb of your loving and laughter. And, how now why...I would cry if I was offered a chocolate digestive Mc Vitties biscuit.