Dripping tap

This was one of the songs from my first piano book.

Drip, drop, drip, drop

What is that?

It's my leaking, dripping tap.

Drip, drop, drip, drop

All the night,

We forgot to turn it tight.

It reminds me of my nose at the moment! Constantly dripping. Plus the cough and I'm one sorry me.

Cough, sneeze, snively me,

Cough again and whoops a dee,

Time to exercise the floor

Just in case I cough some more.

Wheeze, gasp, snively me,

Get it up, oh deary me,

Take 3 breaths and try again

Coughs and sneezes are a pain!

Drip, blow, snively me,

Noz is red  - this cold is free

To anyone who comes in view

Here you are it's all for you.

Cough, sneeze, snively me

Sniff and splutter let me be.

Heading off to my nice warm bed

Hack, hack, hack, enough is said.

xx

I find ...

... that washing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees using a cloth is preferable to using a mop (I can get in the corners and see all the dirt without putting my glasses on).

... that using brown wrapping paper for presents is preferable to buying special wrapping paper for different occasions (only one roll in the cupboard so saving space).

... that wearing stretchy pants is preferable to wearing trousers or jeans with a waist band (ahhhh). 

... that sitting on the floor is preferable to sitting on a chair (just me, I guess).

... that mopping up my plate with a piece of bread means I don't have to wash the plate (just joshing).

... that blowing one's nose on kitchen paper towel is preferable to blowing it on loo paper or tissues (as it's thicker and bigger so lasting longer).

... that sneezing without putting my hand over my mouth is much more satisfying to me (not to anyone else though).

xx

PS - if you don't possess stretchy pants do not, repeat DO NOT, buy any. Your waistline will never forgive you. :)

Counting

1 2 3 4 increase, increase, 1234 decrease, decrease

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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13, do 2 more

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forwards 1 2 3, backwards, 1 2 3

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Grand Old Duke of York X 6

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The first count is my crocheting for my ripple blanket, the second is the number of strokes to shave each leg - I can't stay at 13 now, can I?

The third count is my swimming of 3 lengths breast stroke followed by 3 lengths back stroke. If I count in 3s I can easily count the 30 lengths needed for my swimming exercise. 

The fourth count is for cleaning my teeth. It takes 2 minutes to sing the Grand Old Duke of York six times. 

Batty or what?

xx

Not enough time

Apologies for my absence but we've had visitors - meals, days out, shopping, playing, driving around, entertaining etc. but they have now gone back home - and left me with the dreaded lurgy. I can cough for Britain and my nose would win a running race. To top it all my computer is having an upgrade so I've been pretty busy.

The house is slowly getting back to normal and all the bedding has been washed and the toys put away for another time. Now for a rest - I didn't have the energy to go dancing today. Looks like I have to put up with this lurgy for a while - DH has had it for 2 months and DS has had it for a fortnight. 

Nil desperandum.

xx

So much ...

In the bin:-

1. cat food pouches

2. plastic wrap off the chicken

3. plastic bags off the veg.

4. edge of the plastic from the stuffing

5. butter wrapper

6. cake liner

7. cat treaty wrapper

8. foil that wrapped the beef that had been saved from a previous meal

9. grotty bits of left over cat food

10. grotty bits from the sink drainer

11. floor bits from sweeping the kitchen floor

12. plaster dust and bits from sweeping the newly plastered under stairs loo

13. 'sucked' bones from the chicken dinner

14. 'window' from an envelope (the paper was recycled)

I don't think that's all but it's all I can remember at the moment. The bin under the sink is nearly full.

So much for ...

zero waste.

I have a long way to go.

xx

PS  - the bin liner was a recycled plastic bag but than now ends up in landfill.

Counting out rhymes

Dip, dip, dip,

My blue ship,

Sailing on the water

Like a cup and saucer.

Dip, dip, dip,

You are IT!

(An alternative last line is - 

You are not IT! - this depends on the counter and the person he wants in or out.)

'Eeny, meeny, miny moe' was another counting out rhyme but I will stop there as the version I did in the playground would be frowned upon today. There are more up to date versions recited.

One potato, two potato, three potato, four,

Five potato, six potato, seven potato, more.

(Everyone held out their fists to be counted in this rhyme. The fist where the counter landed on the word 'more' was then put behind the child's back and the rhyme started again and repeated until the last fist was left. That person was 'on'.)

I can't remember any more so I'll make one up a couple of my own to be chanted rhythmically.

Four, three, two,

One's enough.

If I land on you - 

Clear off!

I'm looking for the one 

Who starts the game.

I might land on you or 

What's his name.

If I pass by you

Then in you stay.

If I stop on you

Then

GO AWAY!

Didn't mean it.    :)

Whistle's gone, playtime over.

xx

Still playing

Yes, we did play elastics but didn't have any songs to go with it. I still remember the moves. If you look up 'elastics skipping' on Ytube there's plenty to see. 'Launch pad elastics' even have some songs to sing to the skipping.

England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, inside, outside, puppy dog tails.

 Single rope skipping with a group had quite a few songs.

House to let,
Apply within,
When I go out,
Mrs. ____ comes in.

Then there was a reciting of the alphabet and when your initial was called you jumped into the rope.

Do you remember -

All in together girls,
Jolly fine weather girls,
When it's your birthday please jump in.

All the months were then chanted.

All in together girls,
Jolly fine weather girls,
When it's your birthday please jump out.

All the months were chanted again.

Salt was ordinary skipping with a little jump between skips and pepper was fast skipping with a jump on each turn of the rope.

We even did what we called 'French Skipping' where 2 ropes were turned.


Hand clapping rhymes were good.

I am a pretty little Dutch girl,
As pretty as can be, be, be,
And all the boys in my backyard
Go crazy over me, me, me.
My boyfriend's name is Fatty.
He comes from Cinuratti, (??????)
With 10 black toes and a pimple on his nose
And this is what he said to me,
"I L-O-V-E love you,
I K-I- double S kiss you,
In the D-A-R. in the D-A-R
In the D-A-R K-K.

I'll finish with a 'rude' poem my dad taught me.

Chin, Chin, Chinaman bought a penny doll.
He washed it and dressed it and called it Pretty Poll.
He sent for the doctor but the doctor didn't come
Because it had a pimple on its bum, bum, bum.

xx

PS - A very big thank you to Angela and Rachel for explaining some of the games in the last post.