Sunday, 14 December 2008

All I Want For Christmas...

Rose is writing her letter to Father Christmas. On it are items of such ambition I feel dizzy just looking at it. Never the less, the lady knows what she wants.

Surveying the devastation around us after what is now nearly a fortnight of illness in one member of the family or other and knowing what a herculean effort it is going to take to get the house in order, let alone pretty for the season, I declare that I would like a slave for Christmas.

V: That wouldn't be much use.
Me: What?
V: We haven't had any snow.
Me: Slave...not sleigh.

Ho ho ho.

7 comments:

Gina said...

What is it with men and selective hearing

love and hugs Gina xxx

Lorraine said...

Sian- Guys...what can you say?

Technodoll said...

He he.

`mens` :-D

Although think about it... a slave to do your laundry, scrub the tub, wash your dishes and sweep your floor... hmmm.

Saaaaaannntaaaaaaaaaaa!

Patois said...

Them Welsh accents. Hard on each other, too, eh?

Sa said...

ROFL what did Rose want?

As for V,hearing aid is in the post as we speak! My house looking pretty cost me £300 for new carpet and rofl getting dasiy to get out the elbows and use some grease!

a little bird said...

I haven't been here in so long! You slipped off my radar : ) happy holidays to you and your family!

Kim said...

Sorry to hear that you've all been so poorly. It's been the same here for us, only flu. Now I'm feeling better, I've got the mammoth task of clearing up and getting sorted, just like you! I'd also like a slave, but they wouldn't do it as well as me :)

Kim x