I'd like to be a baker on Bake Off I'd like a stopper I could really show off My cake it would be fine with lemon and a hint of lime Must be great to be a baker on Bake Off My pastry would probably not bake I'd pipe icing that would turn into a lake No Hollywood handshake for you just a quizzical look from our Pru I better not even think about going on Bake Off I really wouldn't know where to start to bake a prize winning tart My ingredients would go everywhere flour and sugar mixed in with my hair I've a feeling I may not be on Bake Off I don't know if I'd like the technical bit with vague instructions that don't really fit I'd get in a muddle and need a great big cuddle I'll leave the Bake Off for now I admire their patience and desire as they rush around and perspire A passion with a glimmer oh who will be the winner of The Great British Bake Off 2017 Good luck bakers!! Thanks for reading today Come back tomorrow for Free From Friday Take care.
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Oh my ageing bladder was the inspiration for a verse this week. As I've got older I seem to spend more time on the toilet, I suppose that's quite normal and approaching the menopause too. I'm not complaining, ageing is a privilege denied by some people at my age so I am thankful for the body I have, even with it's weak leaky bits and stretch marks too.
So here goes, a poem about my bladder.....enjoy!! Why do I always want the loo? I'm permanently on the throne it's untrue My bladder's a tad bit shady and I have shares in Tena Lady Not kidding I'm forever on the loo It's always a bit of a trick to find somewhere blooming well quick I'm crossing my legs Give me a toilet my body it begs I'm desperately needing the loo Is it childbirth that did this to me? or middle age that makes me want to pee Is it too much drinking? Or is my bladder just shrinking? Who knows? I just always need the loo It's hard for a girl to take a quick leak there's dignity required and a technique To squat somewhere rough from waist down in the buff Oh no I prefer a proper loo I may shock a farmer or come face to face with a Llama With knickers pulled down the wildlife would frown No I need to be going to a loo Who knew one could write a poem about wee toilet humour is always the key It's really quite funny having a bladder that is runny Goodbye now I'm off to the loo I know!! probably too much information but it does make me giggle sometimes not too much obviously as I need to prevent any accidents. If I go out for a walk with my son and I even mention that I've got to visit the toilet he will throw his arms up and say ' yeah I know you've got to go to the loo' as if in despair!! When you've got to go, you've got to go I reply. Thank you for reading today and please come back tomorrow for Free from Friday (promise to leave the toilet humour behind). Take care for now........ I just couldn't decide what to have to eat yesterday, I wasn't in the mood to cook and ended up in the end having a bowl of bananas and custard because that's all that I fancied.
I thought I would use my lack of appetite as inspiration for my verse today..... I don't know what to have for my tea my appetite seems to have left me My stomach it rumbles but my brain it stumbles on what I should have for my tea It's not that I haven't been shopping my cupboards are positively popping I'm not being lazy just feel a bit hazy deciding what I should have for my tea I've already cooked for the kids but for me something forbids Ok I'm watching my weight and some foods I have to eliminate but there must be something to have for my tea I'll snack a bit and see how I go to test if my hunger will grow I'm not going to get flappy as Slimming World will be happy that no syns were used with my tea Nope nothing tickles my fancy a takeaway would be way too chancy It would be very quick but I'd be stuffed and feel a bit sick no not having that for my tea Maybe I am a bit tired with nothing really to be desired I'm off to see what I can do get off my arse, try something new then.....I'll have something for my tea Thank you for reading, I'll be back tomorrow for Free from Friday. Take care. Do you ever get those days when you can feel a sore throat coming on, your nose tingles and you think you're on the way to having a cold but then it doesn't turn into anything. It just lies dormant, teasing you into thinking you are going to be miserable, snotty and with an annoying tickly cough.
I just hate it when my immune system can't decide what to do. Are we letting this one in boys? Maybe not then and it decides to kick the colds ass. Today is National Poetry Day, the theme being freedom and so I give you my poem about my non existent cold, maybe it's delayed or it may be a post flu jab reaction. Freedom from a Cold Are you going to be a cold or what? And turn my nose into a mass of snot I'm feeling really achey and also a little shakey Cold, show yourself or kindly go away My throat it feels like sandpaper my perfume has turned into a menthol vapour Strepsils that stick to your fingers the lemony taste, oh how it lingers Am I having this cold or what? I'm stuck in mid fever not ill but not well either I can feel the suspense is it real or just pretence Be a cold or please go away Maybe I shouldn't really moan my nose has not got to be blown I'm carrying on as I should hang on that's really good I may not have a cold after all I was jabbed with a flu vaccination could be that, a little reaction They said a fever I could expect and probably feel a little effect That would make sense of it all I may be just good at being immune it will all go away very soon no cold to be had got away with it - not bad Atchoooo..... oh famous last words I hope you enjoyed that and I would just like to say whether you're a professional or novice a very happy National Poetry Day. Thanks for reading, pop back tomorrow for gluten free feeding My head I shall bow so you take care for now..... good night and a little later - sleep tight It was Roald Dahl Day yesterday and I couldn't let it pass without dedicating my Verse for Thursday this week to him. What an amazing man and an amazing writer. He wrote stories that got kids reading, not only that he made reading fun and he created the most amazing chocolate factory ever.
So for him and in honour of this literature genius I give you my verse for today..... Books which everyone can understand children and adults in every single land They join altogether whatever the weather and read to their hearts content You transformed us to different worlds lands and adventures unfurled from the BFG to Charlie's Chocolate Factory Reading would become so cool Your books are really funny loved bedtime stories as a mummy Imagination would go wild whether you're a adult or just a child A delight Roald Dahl a delight Who could forget Tales of the Unexpected the seventies I've just recollected They were tricky to get the gist and always ended with a twist Even on tv your stories shone through I admire your ability to rhyme an inspiration you'll be for all time Not only for me but the whole world would agree You're the best Mr Dahl just the best! Thank you for reading today, I will be back tomorrow for Free from Friday so until then take care. I went for a walk yesterday and stopped off for a sit down on a park bench. As I sat there I felt the seasons changing, yep right there in front of me it turned to Autumn. It may have been the fact that the park had lost the hustle and bustle of it's summer visitors, the ice cream van had gone and it did feel a little chilly. It just felt different. This inspired me for my verse today so I hope you like it.
I noticed it yesterday while out for a walk it was like a good friend who was leaving and would no longer talk A sad farewell for another year goodbye to the Summer, for now Autumn is here My son, he insists it's called 'Fall' who am I to argue, he's way to tall We sat, chatted and took in the view him with an ice lolly and me with my brew It's back to school and college tomorrow I sense some excitement, definitely no sorrow A new uniform for some to wear early mornings and being told to 'brush that hair' Will we be organised and all on time it would be a miracle and totally sublime I have two teenagers what could possibly go wrong? Should I invest in a fanfare or a bloody big gong? I haven't missed going on the school run the roads they'll be busy - oh what fun! Not for much longer, a year now to go my youngest will go to college, for him a bus I will show So we say a goodbye to the summer I'm so sad, it's such a bummer I don't like the dark nights wearing jumpers and big woolly tights I suppose it will be cosy, a bit chilly but who knows we really don't have a choice, we'll go with what flows Maybe Autumn will be sunny, sticky and warm an Indian summer would suffice and totally against the norm Whatever it is it's another season we have been given happy tales, holiday snaps and everything forgiven As on we go, the future to be had just pop on a cardigan and let's all be really glad. Thanks for reading, I will be back tomorrow for Free From Friday. For now take care...... I thought with all these cooking programmes and all these wonderful chefs working so hard to get us cooking I would take it on myself to be a bit creative with the family dinner. I thought I would surprise my teenage boys by not just dumping mashed potato on their plates but piping lovely swirls on, just like they do on the telly.
So out came my piping bag, yes I do have one, a bit like me it doesn't get out much but it's still functional. Popped my mash into it, screwed the biggest nozzle on that I could find and piped away. It was all going well until I realised my nozzle probably wasn't big enough and I pushed a bit hard. The bag burst at the seams and the bit of mash that was left burst out at super speed from my piping bag. I looked everywhere thinking it must be on the floor or up the kitchen walls but the potato had landed quite nicely onto my plate like as if the process had been wonderfully choreographed. So the boys had swirls and I got a massive dollop of potato. I'm thinking I may need to practice a bit more. This inspired my verse for today. Enjoy........... I piped my mashed potato like a Masterchef winner all excited, looking forward to our dinner I presented it to my son who said 'whatever have you done?' I've piped the mashed potato! It's hard to impress a lad teenagers look at you as if you're mad I probably expected too much a round of applause, a fanfare or such But I piped my mashed potato! Wallace and Torode would have showered me in glory straight through to the next round would have been my story Presentation a ten and get to come back again Because I piped my mashed potato! Cooking it has it's disasters no need for stitches or plasters But my bag was overloaded and across the kitchen it exploded Maybe I shouldn't be piping mashed potato The mash it busted from the seams like my trousers after the dish of my dreams My nozzle was too thin the whole thing ended up in the bin But I managed to pipe some mashed potato I may try again another day a bigger hole I'll have underway Fancy dollops and swirls I shall make my bag I will try not to break The next time I pipe my mashed potato Although it ended in a bit of a disaster I really enjoyed it. I haven't laughed so hard in ages. I just wished I had filmed it. You see all these you tubers creating fabulous culinary delights but maybe I could be the learner cook who just creates the mistakes but gets there in the end. What's a bit of mash over your camera eh? Thanks for reading today, do come back again. I will be returning tomorrow with Free From Friday which is a look at my gluten free diet. It's all going on here! Take care for now....... Lemon Drizzle Cake, gorgeous eh? I have not got that function built into my brain that says 'no Sue from the Brew, you cannot eat that because you are on a diet'. I get a bit excited when I see gluten free as well as it can be rare sometimes and of course you all need to know about this cake. It's research at the end of the day really, isn't it? Please say yes.
My verse for today is about this naughty adventure I went on with the cake! Enjoy..... What ever did happen to my diet? The cake it did fall in my gob it was something I just could not stop The lemon was drizzlin' my mouth was a sizzlin' What ever did happen to my diet? A latte to accompany my cake a rest, a sit-down, take a break All frothy and milky and positively silky Whatever did happen to my diet? I looked at the cake and it said 'I can see ya gal who likes to be fed' I dug in my fork cut cakes don't really talk Whatever did happen to my diet? It really tasted so good I am so fond of a pud I lose my concentration give in to the temptation Whatever did happen to my diet? Calories galore but there I sat cake is great when you're having a chat There's always an excuse for all this abuse What ever did happen to my diet? So back on the plan I must go eliminate cakes and gateaux Oh it just stinks Mr Kipling will be gutted me thinks Whatever will happen with my diet? I'm off to have a serious word with myself and maybe sit on the naughty step or go out for more cake, ha ha oops! Thanks for reading. I will be back tomorrow for Free from Friday so join me then. Take care for now........ It isn't very summery at the moment. We seem to be experiencing a lot of rain and cooler temperatures, much too cool for August. This may be my fault. as the temperatures seem to have plummeted ever since I bought an oscillating fan from the last heatwave we had a few weeks ago so I may have jinxed the summer. Not used it since I bought it, typical eh? It is sitting in my living room just longing to be used.
Hey it could be super hot though just like the rest of Europe, may have to be careful what I wish for as that is the extreme of summer. Sitting here writing this post though this morning it does seem to be brightening up slightly so fingers crossed everyone lets hope we get a bit of summer after all. This inspired me to write my verse for today, hope you like it....... Where Has The Summer Gone It's more like bloomin' autumn August needs a big kick up the bum The sun I believe has shone but where's the blinkin' summer gone? We should be doing some sweatin' but instead we are doing more frettin' Got an umbrella anyone? Oh where has the summer gone? Cool and cloudy it seems every day looking very dodgy as some would say The dark clouds have jolly well won but where has the summer gone? The rest of Europe have got it hot maybe we should be thankful for what we have got School holidays the kids are upon So where is the summer? Just where has it gone? I believe it is coming our way brightening up, maybe today A day trip we're going on So prove to me summer's not gone I'll just have to wait and see if the high temperatures are meant to be Is this weather just all a complete con? Or is the summer really all gone? It's the typical British way get on with it, come what may Thicker stuff we are said to be made from I don't believe it's all over, and this summer has all gone. Optimistic eh? Well a bit of positive thinking doesn't do anything any harm, lets just hope. Thank you for reading today, join me again for Free from Friday tomorrow. Take care for now. We all went out for a walk the other day. Yes I managed to drag two teenagers out for an afternoon out. It was lovely to spend some time together in between the huffs and puffs, and classic teenage grunts. They were a bit reluctant because I had prized them away from their gadgets and favourite things to spend time with mum. 'The fresh air will do you good' I said, they look at me as if to say they would rather suck vintage mouldy pickled eggs.
I think they secretly enjoyed it, I know I'm loved as they tell me every day. It is hard though to organise days out in the school holidays especially at this age as they like to do their own thing now and I totally understand. When they were little I could just scoop them up, pop them in the car and take them everywhere. The thing is that now I suppose I can just take myself off and have a bit of independence but I like my time with my boys. My eldest will go as he loves have a walk but I don't believe in making them do anything they don't want to, I was going my own way at their age but you forget don't you? This gave me my inspiration for my verse today, I hope you enjoy it.......... Walk with Me Walk with me boys just now and again Before you become older turn into young men Walk with me lads it's not really a chore The locations I choose though maybe a bore Walk with me chaps it's good for us you know Before my knees give in and I'm living in a bungalow Walk with me my son's it's time I enjoy Time is so precious no need to be coy Walk with me guys for soon you'll fly the nest I can then stop annoying you yes, finally a rest Walk with me now as you make me so proud One of you so quiet the other one SO LOUD Walk with me you two as memories are made These moments remembered life's footprints are laid Family can mean good friends and lovers too. So enjoy your family time in which ever way you spend it. Make the most of it as family time is precious time. Thanks for reading, join me tomorrow for Free from Friday. Take care for now...... |
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