Absolutely bloody brilliant!

The Other Mrs Beaton


…And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, apart from me!
The wool was all stacked on the shelf with care,
In hopes that The Craft Fair soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Whilst dream of gin and crochet danced in my head.
With designs and hooks and yarn on my lap,
It’s only three weeks, bloody hell, chuffing crap!

At the school gates the mums get excited and chatter,
I’ve got to make stock, can’t stop, can’t natter.
Away to my table I flew like a flash,
Tore open my boxes and raided my stash.

The yarn on my hook with trebles did grow
A blanket, a scarf and three cushions did flow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my husband, a brew and two Nurofen (nice one Dear).

With a little inspiration, a deadline, hook quick,
I crochet all night…

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