Wild Geese That Fly With The Moon On Their Wings ( updated)

With Chris away I went to bed early last night,, subsequently I was up around 6.30 walking the dogs. The nice part of this is the subsequent " lie in" with coffee which was spoilt somewhat by the arrival of a somewhat blustery and violent storm just before 8 am

I knew it was a rough one for across the valley the house lights of Pen y Cefn isa and the light from Gentleman farmer Ralph's Yard disappeared in the rain, and as the cottage was buffeted by gale lashed rain the dogs and Albert all raced up to join me in bed just like the children did to Maria in " The Sound Of Music" 

Now before you ask No, I have not started to sing

Cream coloured ponies and Chrisp apple strudels
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

For I was, in fact, thinking of inserting my own lyrics into the song.

But I got stuck tying to rhyme something with " scotch egg" and " zombie apocalypse "
Hey ho...wherever you are keep dry and warm!

Ok ok put these lyrics to the song......

" Scotch Eggs from Tesco's and zombies on tv

             Lost hens, and fat hens and KFC for me

             Large gin and tonics poured over ice

             These things are what make my life feel so nice"