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Sunday, July 11, 2004

They say a picture's worth a thousand words, so if I post a picture, does that mean I can get away without writing anything today? Marvellous. It's not that I have nothing to say, it's just that... well ok, I have nothing to say. Unless you want to hear about me cleaning my kitchen. It's not very exciting. Although it did lead to the discovery that I have various food items which are eighteen months past their sell by date. Which is a shame, because anything over a year and I feel I have to throw it out.

So here's a donkey instead.

Hee-haw

It brings to mind the time my sister was kicked by a donkey on Hastings beach (I was once kicked in the Trossachs, which I'm sure was more painful), resulting in a bruise of many colours. A tale which, when I recently recounted it to Lisa, led her to declare "I wish my sister had been kicked by a donkey. I'd have laughed". They're such a close family.

It also puts me in the mood for a limerick. Not that I generally need an excuse.

There was a young girl from Madras,
Who had a magnificent ass,
Not rounded and pink,
As you'd probably think,
It was grey, had two ears, and ate grass.


I really shouldn't be allowed to make up blog posts as I go along. This is what happens.

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