Muddle through and muddle on and muddle leaves for gin
And fix the muddle that somehow you've found your clothes are in
Muddle up your salt and sugar messing up your cake
But gets you out of next weeks rota when your turn to bake
When your head is like spaghetti and your thoughts are muddles
Watch a fire or hear the birds or soak your feet in puddles
Slowly life is simple and the way once more is clear
And cocktails are the only only muddle you will taste this year

Heather’s abstract word Art Muddle

Life is a muddle
What to do where to go when?
One day at a time.