Mamma and the Red-Hot Cup

Mamma and the Red-Hot Cup

Mamma and the Red-Hot Cup

Woe is Mamma Gina
I burned my fingers raw
put something in the oven
and closed up tight the door

When the timer sounded
I opened it again
and grasped the mug of cocoa
for several moments when

My fingers lost all feeling -
I dropped the milky cup
and yelled blue blinkin’ murder
and held two fingers up

I ran them under water
and dabbed then with a towel –
ate pain-relieving tablets
that tasted really foul.

My poorly bandaged fingers
have blistered up agin’
but to start them healing
I’ll prick them with a pin.

by Leatherdyke after I had burnt my fingers!! Isn't it wonderful and the sketch is superb, except I am sadly not as skinny as that.

Our workmen started yesterday. They dug a trench around the cottage for the waste from the bathroom toilet. Today the trench has got larger! They are making a lot of noise with a 'kango' I believe it's called!

We took Buster to the kennels and he went into the outside 'pound' with the owner's dogs. Poor Buster. It's a horrid day with thick drizzle and we look as though we're in the middle of a really low cloud. We called in at a supermarket in Gort and stocked up with supplies for our long car journey back to the UK tomorrow.

At home, I took some photos for the 'before' shots of the work. Now I must add the finishing touches to the Christmas presents.

I'm so tired.... might have a little sleep.