Bah Humbug, it's 19th December, it's Thursday and that means we've crossed the week to go mark and now there are only 6 days and one weekend. I wish I could go back to sleep this morning and pull the duvet over my head.
I realised I cannot do any of that and have to face the day, sigh. Breakfast, lunches to pack and then the leaves. Oh I hate that tree outside. I never thought I would dislike a tree white so much. Today it left me what looked like the used sludge from a gargantuan teapot if osmanthus tea all over the front patio and clogged up in the drain. Nasty stuff that clings together and creates a heap of mush.
Ah, yes, the school concert.
Bah Humbug, why do we sing silly songs at Christmas anyway?
Ah, yes, the school concert.
Bah Humbug, why do we sing silly songs at Christmas anyway?
No comments:
Post a Comment