Tuesday, 15 September 2009
In A Party Mood
Would you like to come to a party? There are jam sandwiches, cups of tea and what's that in the middle of the table I wonder? Oh yes if you look closely... it's a birthday cake. Who's birthday is it I wonder? Could it be the little girl with bunches? The little girl with plaits and stripy ribbon in her hair? No. Well maybe, the little boy with a bib? He looks very hopeful, just can't wait to get his hands on the cake if you ask me.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. It's my birthday and I'd like you to come along to my tea party. Pull up a chair, grab a plate and let's pass the cake and biccies. Would you like some tea? I fancy a cuppa. Will you help me blow out my candles (not sure there's enough puff left in me these days...) Just a couple of stipulations, you have all got to have the most marvellous of times, no cheating at Pass the Parcel and promise me you'll all be wearing little red shoes like the little boy in the poster - Oh dear I'm sounding a bit of a bossy boots, but it's birthday girl's perogative. Most of all my dearies enjoy the party - happy days.