I drove up north...

I drove up North to Manchester
Through a sea of driving rain
And in the same conditions
I drove back home again.

I drove up North to Manchester
A good friend for to see
And despite the lateness of the hour
She cooked sea-bass for my tea

We sat up late to talk awhile
The way that good friends do
But sadly had to cut it short
When my friend went down with flu

The next day we went shopping
The way that girlies do
And despite her feeling poorly
We still bought a thing or two

We went out for the evening
And the curry it was fine
And despite the celebrations
We were home tucked up by nine

We curled up on the sofas
And watched a dvd
I relaxed and went to sleep a while
At peace, just her and me

On Sunday she felt better
And we talked a little more
And went out for our dinner
Just what Sundays are made for

Then last of all, a visit made
To see the birthday boy
He beat me at a singing game
Which seemed to bring him joy

A long drive home through driving rain
The dark, the wet, the spray
I composed this poem in my head
To share with you today

I drove up North to Manchester
I went because I could
And the verdict that I come to now
Is - thanks: it was all dead good.