today's doings and things

Grandson is still loving his bike.  He was up at 8.30am and out on it all day which pleased daughter and kept him from bothering her.  His friend was impressed as well so that pleased him.

Is there any one else like me who wants to forget christmas this year.  It just doesn't feel like christmas is only two months away. I think it's because it is too warm to near to christmas.  Another reason is i'm behind with my present buying, i've got tooth ache and that's going to take money due to he always wants to stick in a crown and he will NOT do them on the NHS.

Anyway to something more uplifting.  Here is a poem i wrote for my granddaughter in 2000.

It shows my sense of humour.

 

The Worm

There was once a worm, a very tiny worm,

Who lived in hole in the ground.

He ate his way through a leaf every day,

But could never be seen or found.

 

As bigger he grew and fatter it's true,

To the sides of the hole he did stick.

Stuck fast and all smelly, the length of his belly,

He wanted to give it a lick.

 

Just when he ought to have given a thought,

To the predicament he found himself in.

Along came a mole who lived down that hole,

And poked him hard with a pin.

 

He burst into pieces just fit for the 'meeces'

To eat with their cheese and their bread.

Oh golly!  They squeaked as they chewed on the meat,

I do think the worm is now dead!

 

Got a busy weekend this week, it's my saturday 'on' at work and have to try and persuade mum to empty a sideboard that she has never been near for years.  There are knitting needles wrapped in 1953 newspaper in there, but she swears she will use them.  This is never going to happen as she is in her 80's now.

 

Nothing very exciting seems to be happening at the moment, i am leading a very boring life.  There are things i should be doing and cannot seem to motivate myself.  Around christmas time i go into a decline .... I have decided that i put myself under too much stress and then in January i have my post christmass depression.  Luckily my friends know this and force me out and doing and eventually it goes till next year.

And lastly,

Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks up.....