It's that time of year again. The time when eggs get nogged,
pudding gets figgy, and it becomes socially acceptable to speak in
rhyme. So on that note, and with apologies to Clement Clarke
Moore, I bring you this timely and heartfelt PSA. Enjoy.
Twas the week before Christmas, and
I couldn't be bothered,
to make sure that our tree, had quite enough water."A sprinkling of needles on the carpet, I... Continue Reading