Please get better!
I miss you so
and I'm sending this card
to let you know! Grandmas
are grown-up Mummys! Grandpas
are grown-up Daddys! Take the time to stop and say:
"Thank you"
to someone every day.
For that cup of tea or a helping hand,
Or just being there
to understand. A thought ...
No-one has ever found gold
by sitting and staring into teacups ... Hi new neighbour!
This card is good for a cup of coffee and a cookie!
Welcome to our neighbourhood!
The ... Family! Conditioned reflex
I stretched lazily in bed - aah, perfect heaven!
Then looked at the clock:
HALF PAST SEVEN!
Now calm down and do things the logical way!
What a terrible shock to start off the day.
I mustn't rush round 'cause it won't work out
I'll go to the bathroom before I shout;
That way everybody won't get in a tizz
And I can make breakfast and snacks in a whizz.
The dog can go out for a walk on his own
and hubby can breakfast going into town!
Sprint into the bathroom - do usual things
Couldn't have been quicker if I'd had wings,
No need to use make-up: I've no-one to see.
Ugh -that thing in the mirror is really ME?
Run down the stairs - it's so silent and cool
Other people's kids must be at school.
The dog's in his basket and continues to snore;
Strange, he's usually scratching the kitchen door.
Go back to the bottom of the stairs and yell
-( how late will we be I cannot tell) :
"Get up you guys it's so late you know
Another five minutes and we've gotta go!
Luckily we've not got to travel that far
So you can have breakfast, for once, in the car!"
There's silence then three sleepy heads appear
"What's wrong, what's the rush
Is there something on fire?
Hey, Mum it's too early to go out and play
and we've never, but never, had school
on
Sunday!" Cleaning Day Blues
My "get up and go" just got up and went!
I can't take it anymore.
I've put away all my dusters and brooms
and put a big lock on the door.
It won't keep out dirt
and it won't keep out dust
but it'll keep out someone for sure!
The one that comes home
with a bagful of clothes
and leaves them all over the floor!! May your days
be full of sunbeams!
The Crafter's Nightmare
A house that's clean and empty
No craft bits everywhere
No paper, paint or envelopes
No good ideas to share.

No hoards of empty boxes,
No articles to read
No stacks of fabric "just in case"
No bargains that I "need".

No books to tell you how to do
No books to tell you why
No books to tell you what is new
No pix to make you sigh.

No 'puter waiting patiently
No Forum for a chat
No coffee on the kitchen stove
No slippers on the mat.

No compliments
No "Oohs" or "Aahs"
No "How did you do that?"
No giggles, games or graphics
No "Just came in for a chat".

This is a Crafter's nightmare
I'm sure you'll all agree
but this could never happen
To folks like you and me! Why?
The night is dark, it's raining hard,
I'm cold and hungry too.
You left me here so far from home,
What did I do to you?
You told me to get in the car -
There was a special treat.
I'd seen the luggage in the hall-
Maybe something good to eat?
The long car trip, your silent face,
A place I didn't know
"Come on then boy," you pulled me down
And wouldn't let me go.
You dragged me to this wooden shed,
In silence tied me up.
Without a word you left me here;
Your faithful, trusting pup.
I can't remember why or when,
I can't remember if -
I must have done a terrible thing
To be treated just like this.
I'd heard you speak of travelling;
Of mountains, lakes and walks,
Of hotels, planes and foreign towns,
And pictures seen in books.
I never thought, my human friend,
I would not be a part.
Now this awful thing called "Holidays",
Just broke my doggy heart.
You were the centre of my life,
I can't believe it's true.
My master and my friend, you were,
And I'd have died for you. The Royal Mince
There was a prince who hated mince,
And carrots and taters too,
"Oh dear," said the Queen to the Royal Cook,
"What am I going to do?
My prince must eat the Royal Mince
We live on it you know!
So please dear cook,
Look in your books and help me out with this!"
The Royal Cook looked in her books
Found something she thought she'd try
Then boiled and mashed and mashed and boiled
And made a Shepherd's Pie!
"Wow," said the prince, "this is so good,
Although I still hate mince"
So at the Palace there's Pie for lunch
And he's eaten it ever since!

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