george, a passing pesky gnome has taken a liking to our front yard.
i am thinking all the weeding and planting of late has attracted him.
do not let his cheery face fool you.
i have noted he carries a weapon of mass destruction,
has something lurking in his other hand, carefully hidden
and if that were not enough to treat him with caution.
he appears to be the sneaky type who lurks with intent,
waiting for unsuspecting grannies to do a spot of yard work
i have done several jigs today,
i think it fair to say i am not in good shape to do such a thing,
but i did not let that impede my jiggery mode.
Used Dog is banned from jigging with her jippy joints,
however Little Olive, i must congratulate upon her ability to jig like a pro,
despite her legs of little length.
so there we have it,
a short legged little sausage jigging,
an unfit, quite clammy by the end of it all, woman jigging
and a used dog of many, many years not jigging
and what, i am thinking, you may be wondering were our reasons for such jiggery.
well dearest readers, i have seen a few pages of my book
and blimey! if that isn't worth getting a little clammy,
whilst doing several laps of the shed with clogs on jigging,
then i do not know what is.
i am not sure the bit where i could not breath after several laps
was because of my complete unfit condition
or because my breathe was taken away
with the wonderful work Janine is doing with my pennings.
i am telling myself it is the latter...
she is noting Mr Sun is shinning like he means it for the first time in months ~ Tif
