Wednesday throw then at the Doctor. Will that make us all feel more like Christmas
, Oh I do hope so or will I be climbing the beanstalk to fight Fibro the Giant.
They say the magic Harp will give me away I thought the creaking of my joints would do that.
So now I am cutting the beanstalk away and hiding the golden egg from OH he would only try and boil it for tea.
"Supper is ready" a distant call is heard. Oh another silly dream Golden eggs , doctors, cows what ever next door bell rings
The man from the land of Betterware is here oh dear ..............I do not want a climbing santa even if he goes in and out of a chimney.
xgins