I dont want Jaz in the garden and I see now dully that it looks mangled and bereft The only access to this garden is through my flat and Jaz is banging on my door So youre on holiday now you jammy soandso She sprawls in shorts and vest on the chair while I drop a cushion onto what had once been a little lawn Cheers she says in her delusion of youth I shouldve gone into teaching  a writer doesnt have holidays Still you know what they say those who can do those who cant teach