Tea

Two for tea

Song

I still think of my sister Nancy as the little redheaded girl darting about. My other sister Cindy wrote a song when she was 7 years old. It was called "Pilly, Pilly, Polly, Poo". It went like this: "Oh, Pilly Pilly Polly Poo Oh Pilly Pilly Polly Poo When the answer is spread I suppose I'll be dead Said Pilly Pilly Polly Poo Verse 2 When I'm in the grave
I'll be with Dave Verse 3 When I'm in heaven I'll be 97 " Did you pick up the Death theme? All this to a very jaunty and rousing tune,and we still sing it. A bit morbid for a 7 year old but Cindy was a deep thinker.

Valentines

Happy Valentines Day

Simple

The hammer may be a simple machine, but oh the havoc it can wreak! And thank you kind folks for requesting more of my magnum opus The Hammering Boy.

Chair

This is from a little book I made for my youngest son over 10 years ago. He was obsessed with hammers and carried one around wherever he went. In the story this boy hammers his whole house down but then he discovers he can also make things with a hammer and not just break things (a bit of moralising here). So he proceeds to build an entire city singlehandedly including apartment buildings, supermarkets and bridges. Well anyway he liked it and I told it over and over and over again. This is cut paper and felt tip pen which I put into Photoshop today to clean up. My very first TV show I ever remember seeing was Gerald McBoing-Boing.