Good evening blog,

Today's label will be beds... It has been a bed day, by that I mean I have supervised removal of one bed to be replaced by another bed. This involved, the most amazing and ridiculous amount of laughter as at the back of a drawer in the bed, was found a box with old books from school compiled by no 1 daughter. Now some people would know exactly what was in the drawers under the bed but not me, one would think that being bendy would mean I found it easy to get to things in a drawer put in what is really a stupid place for a drawer to be, but crawling around the floor for me is no easy task as it involves, knee subluxations, ankle subluxations, and the rest which probably BG could describe better than I. Having got onto the floor I need another person to get back up and not an unhelpful one who puts out a kindly hand for me to yank myself up with as that would involve crushing my at present very very bendy hands and that pully thing in my elbow which I hate to admit is actually quite a pleasant sensation, followed by the extreme pain of a shoulder dislocation. So this is why I do not know what was lurking in the drawer under the bed until OT pulled out the drawer and tipped it onto the bed. The box at the back, delayed the bed moving process for ages....

why I wonder is reading what young children have written when they are grown so very very funny, my guess is they have to be your own children, godchildren or children whom one is very fond of to be so utterly endearing. Eldest who is now 18, could actually remember writing some of the stuff. Which for an entire term involved entering the name of a little blond haired boy, who by the way has turned into a far too good looking for his own good type of young man into every story regardless of its theme. So in the middle of a story of fairies in a wood with magical happenings, suddenly (we'll call him James Bond to save blushes) the words and I said to James Bond who happened to be there..... and a story of horseriding on a beach in Spain, along would come James Bond, followed by the same words... who happened to be there... and most hilariously a story of what it would be like to live in Victorian Britain as a servant in a large house... and I turned to James Bond, who happened to be in the kitchen as he was a gardener and bringing in the vegetables for Jam making today and said.. thank you James... At the end of the term a teacher had written the comment when marking... A very good story indeed B..........
however I think it is time you and James... who just happens to be there, could have been invited, or suddenly appeared, etc. as I am bored of James just happening to be there! The memories of her innocent crush on James Bond brought back other filed and dusty in the brain childhood family memories..... along the lines of .. oooh do you remember when stuff, irrelevant to the outside world but oh so cherished. A lovely lovely afternoon So blog, thank you for just happening to be here.

Back to the beds removals, its done and number one son announces that he misses his old bed, which has gone to bed heaven at the local dump and could he have it back. A resounding no all round. I wish there was a bed fairy who did it all when you were out, actually I wish there was a fairy for just about everything blog. You know the one, that wisks up a yummy batch of muffins with just the right amount of chocolate chips in and who actually does just about everything magically. This fairy could be called wonderfairy. Do you believe in fairies?