It’s a mess
I’m sat contemplating what to do about it,
Hiding behind my blog….at the kitchen table
Since the twins arrived the cottage resembles a war zone
I saw my friend Polly for brunch
She was a doctor at the hospice and we see each other every few months for a chat and a catch up
She is bright and intelligent and warm.
We ate a dry brunch fry up at Bryn Williams whch needed some sauce to it, like it always does but still I said nothing to the waiter.
It suddenly felt like Christmas , after she had gone and I walked the dogs down Colwyn Bay Promenade like people do so much on Boxing Day.
Diverting from the talk in hand I’ve been stalking one of the lisping choir members , he’s a delightfully animated character ( see 1.58 into the video)
I’ve been wasting time watching his hips roll, he looks a Happy soul
Ok the washing up needs doing!!!!
My clay family frown at my frivolity and they glare
I stop stalking Geraldo and contemplate the cat nip stuffed toy my sister ann gave the twins only yesterday.
It lies in at least 14 tufts on the kitchen floor.
Geraldo rolls his hands and sings lustily about a Spanish donkey in my mind
But alas, the cottage needs a clean
Hey ho
Oh, if only the lisping choir was in Trelawnyd, or you lived in Madrid! Kittens and tidiness don't mix, too many things to play with. One thing you can be sure of, the housework will always need doing, so don't fret! xx
ReplyDeleteHousework is never ending.
ReplyDeleteThe catnip must have fueled the kittens play. Roger and Mary must have been quite entertained.
Geraldo has great energy.
How lovely to have met Polly for lunch!
ReplyDeleteI imagine the clay family are kind observers of cottage life and chat amongst themselves when all residents are sleeping. What fun you, Mary, Roger, the kittens, and the Lisping Choir have added to their shelf-lives.
Yes, and there is always housework.
Hugs!