Good morning/afternoon/evening to you all from another cold, icy day here in the North East Of England.
Only another two days to go for those of us who celebrate Christmas. Funny how this being somewhat challenged in the mobility department changes how you view this time of year. Once-upon-a-time I was rushing round like there was no tomorrow (I can see so many of you nodding your heads), trying to be superwoman, making sure the house was spotless (I swear you could have operated on the kitchen work-tops), the cards were written, the presents bought and so on. How that has all changed. Now I do what I can, as does Husband dearest (thank goodness for him), and as for the rest? Well it gets done eventually. Not that I don't get frustrated because I do but when this happens I take a deep breath, count to 10 (OK so it's generally nearer 30, sometimes 50) and remind myself that it's only ONE day. Much more important is that I'm 'fit' and well enough to spend it with those nearest and dearest.
Anyway ..... it's Wednesday so I'm off to Cara at OOH ...... BOOKS! for a spot of FreeVerse. Care to join me?
This week, along with some chocolate brownies, I'm taking along two poems - both of them re-writes of that wonderful poem 'The Night Before Christmas'. The first one, 'THE KNIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS', comes courtesy of the talented UberGrumpy whilst the second, 'A PARENT'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS', Pooter and I found on the Internet. Simply click on the links and away you go. (Apologies that I have posted them directly but, for one thing, they are too long and, for another, I don't want a repeat performance of the 'spacing' incident that I had last week.)