Friday at last, speed home from work
The flights tomorrow, few drinks a perk
It's that time, hurray! it's come round at last
But now i'll have to pack and make it fast
I'll pull the cases from the loft space
Unzipped and clean, put ready in place
I open the drawers and tip out all the clothes
Where's my favorite T shirt, God only knows
Three shirts, a tie! A jacket quite light
Not worn for a while I hope it's not tight
Four pairs of shorts, trainers, and suntan cream
Oh God the bedroom, it looks like a murder scene
The kids return home to bedlam and chaos
Their faces puzzled they shout "hey boss"
"What's going on, Dad's acting a fool,
We're not off next week we still have school"
I hear her groan and then a huge sigh
She enters the room should I hide or try
The wife, stern look, tickets in hand
And here's me thinking of the sun and the sand

She hands them over, "take a peek"
"Oh God, no, it's not till the next week"........