Worky Work Work

Working late nights will be the death of me. I've had some shreddies for tea, can't stomach hot food at night time. My Mum will be home in the morning so I can go back to ringing her ten times a day and talking about nothing which will cheer me up immensely.


 Liam's down in London and started his new job today. He gets to work on Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows Part II so he's living the dream. Not long until I will be too if all goes to plan. Only two more months until January so keep everything crossed for me!


On this chilly night, here's something to cheer everyone up.
Nighty night! xo

The tree outside number four.

We always used to play

with the tree outside number four.

Spaceship, hideout, treasure chest, burial ground,

it was a different thing each day.

Once we had a race to see who could reach the top.

I was oldest and climbed the highest but then I got stuck and couldn’t get down

my dad had to fetch his ladder round

and even though I was being scorned I still pretended.

Pretended I was a princess being rescued and adorned.

Another time we discovered gold dust

hidden underneath the bark.

So we spent all day scraping away

putting the treasure into a dusty box.

The tulips which grew around the tree

befriending it in spring

were picked one day by my sister and me.

And after that the lady whose tree

it was ceased to let us play.

Ten years later the tree was uprooted

and the space was tarmacked over.

The scary old woman who always disputed

our childhood fun moved away too.

Probably to guard her tree.