There was an old woman
who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children
she didn't know what to do.
Christmas was coming,
the kids were in the way.
She didn't know how to keep presents secret
(or how to pay)!
One child went and got herself a tatt,
"So?", you might say,
"What's the matter with that?"
Well it's permanent, you know,
and I'm very old hat!
The goats, they going,
This weekend?! I'm not sure?
Can't keep them in, don't want to tether no more.
The weetbix on the table has set like glue,
Like I haven't got enough bloody work to do!
I yelled at my son, "Get out of the Dirt!"
But seeing he was INSIDE perhaps I shouldn't be curt.
Did I whip them all soundly and send them to bed,
No I fed them fresh honey on commercial white bread!!!
Oh dear, Christmas is getting to me. I wish I was more organised! I love giving presents but this year, every time I hand one over there is an element of mentally ticking another job off the list. If I could get organised earlier in the year it would be much more fun.
For example, yesterday, after giving some lavender biscuits to people, packaged in brown paper bags with a ribbon, I came up with this idea..........
How pretty do they look packaged in Muslin with pretty lavender flowers attached! Of course, I'd given them out to women in the morning, and the male school bus driver was the recipient of this package! Oh dear!
Kick, kick, kick... That's me kicking myself for not being more organised! My husband laughed at the thought of our bus driver receiving that present!