Old Father Time and Old Mother Hubbard, the badger and the mushrooms

I was sat minding my own business last night reading my instructions about how to grow mushrooms for the forthcoming mushroom competition with a few of my cyber friends and others who wont be my friend. When this old bloke with a long white beard turned up, saying HO HO HO BONG………….. WHAT? Well I told Santa he was too late and we have had Christmas, but he said he was not Santa (or Satan)

He was in fact some bloke called Old Father Time, a bit like Old Mother Hubbard, (the dog has always had mixed feelings about Old Mother Hubbard) so last night turned out to be the end of the year and now it’s a new one. Did I know that, I’m sure I did maybe I just sort of forgot as you do. We all went outside then to see if anyone was singing that song Auld Lang Syne, but no one was. I think when you live in the middle of a field it is something of a long shot to think it might be full of people singing, and badgers don’t sing and although foxes will sing (OK yes very badly) they tend not too when their mouths are full of rare breed chickens.

Today I was given an ipod shuffle which was Well Cool all I need to know now is how the hell to drive it? And we decided it was time for our Christmas tree to bite the dust, so it was chopped up and put into bite sized bags allowing us to burn in on the open fire while we roast chestnuts. As it happens we are roasting the chestnuts in the oven and the dog is singing Chestnuts roasting in an iron stovE with backing by the cats. We have tried to throw stuff at them but to no avail (What is an avail anyway and where has it gone?).

Finally just to say stage one of the mushroom growing is done so let battle commence HAR HAR HAR HARDY HAR. That was probably the wrong kind of laugh for mushroom growing, dad said it is more HE HE HE H EHEHEH HE HE HEH HE HE HE although mum has hit him with the Armadillo toaster now? ….