Simple Pleasures – Reasons To Be Happy

I haven’t won the lottery

Though I’m hopeful that I might ( so are a few other people)

No holidays are booked yet

But I have one in my sights. ( ferry boats and bookings allowed)

There’s a simple sort of pleasure

In a day that’s dry and fine, (Scottish ‘summer’)

I get to have my washing out and gaze

While sipping on red wine. ( sorta self-explanatory, I’d have thought)

Reason to be happy!

Ok I’m going out. Don’t look at me like that. I’m entitled. I know I’ve got catch-up reading to do.  But I’ve done some catch-up, you might have noticed. It’s the first day of my 4 day weekend. Whoot! Reason to be happy.

I got all my washing outside to dry today. RTBH!

I even did some of that thing…you know, housework. Not much. I’m not an idiot. RTBH!

School work’s up to date. RTBH!

Weans are fed and waattered! All had outings! Two reasons to be happy!

Still to do a post for Twindaddy’s 24th day of the music challenge. *sigh* But I know what it is and what I’m gonna write. Whoot! Big reason to be happy.

So, happy weekend, a’body! And remember to smile when the weather lets you air your smalls. 🙂  Not mine, obviously, d’uh! We lassies keep our sexies out of sun glare. 😉 Reason to be happy. Not mine. Just somebody else’s. Well, that’s mine too. RTBH!

P.S. Don’t enhance the laundry. I might fail the Persil challenge. But I’m damn well gonna finish the music one. Happy!

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Oh. And one more. I took possession of Rara’s comments book today. So many people supporting and loving this lovely lady and Grayson. Let’s see if we can help make them happy..



May Music, Day 23 – ********

I’ve seen more kids’ programmes than most.

With 7 seven kids, ranging in age from 25 to 7 and thirty years teaching under my belt, I’ve been to more pantos than I care to count and listened to every inane parody of pop songs the casts can come up with.

I’ve row, row’d my boat up and down so many streams my collection of lifebelts is legend.

‘The Singing Kettle’ burnt out my whistle till there was only a hiss left and a drizzle of enthusiasm at my base.

Barney, the big purple pestilence, has cavorted countless times on our TV, me simulating exhausted enjoyment equalling my kids’ earnest efforts while belting out, ‘I love you, You love me’, till the only thing I loved any more was the sound of silence.

I’ve been Ursula to my daughters’ ‘Little Mermaid’ scenarios and pretty much embraced every character designed to drive any parent to battyhood.

We still have numerous videos collected over the years and there is still one wee lass who likes to watch them.

I refuse to inflict any of those on myself, or anyone else, for this 23rd day of Twindaddy’s 25 day music challenge.

So, instead, why not have a listen to the Count from Sesame Street. Censored. He kinda looks and acts in this the way I feel when kids’ programmes and songs all get too much. I like to count the way he does. Sometimes I even count like this when I hear rap music or anything that sounds like, ‘in da house’.