Posted by James Saunders on 22nd October 2006
Hello Everyone, it’s Jim, Alli, Claire, Rob and Lisa all typing on Jim’s blog late on a Sunday evening:
Jim - Lisa made us all eat chips at 10:00 at night after eating a large roast dinner at lunch time. We did not really want them but you can’t just sit there while others eat chips can you?! Earlier on Simon and Jane were here and we all played board games, sang songs and had some obligotory random chit-chat, t’was a very spendid afternoon.
Alli - We have had some very strange conversation topics today, global warming, being hung drawn and quartered, brass monkeys, beans in Jim and Claire’s bean bags etc…
Claire - Yes we have eaten lots of food today but it has been very yummy especially the pudding we had called Eton mess which had icecream, rasberries, cream and white maltesers.
Rob - Well they’ve stolen all my ideas, and I dont really know what else to say, so I think I’ll round this blog off with my favoruite poem, written by Spike Milligan:
Through every nook and every cranny,
The wind blew on our poor old granny,
Around her knees, into each ear,
And up her nose as well I fear.
Throughout the night the wind grew worse,
(It nearly made the vicar curse)
The top had fallen off the steeple,
Just missing him and the other people
It blew on man, it blew on beast,
It blew on nun, it blew on priest,
It blew the wig off aunty Fanny,
But most off all it blew on granny!
Lisa - Yes today has been marvellous, I have laughed many laughs and been accused of many things. I wish to contest my competitiveness and remark only that my love of the game is only to be admired. I admit that my hair is a bit monica but that again adds to the beauty of my character. Yeah let’s all go to bed.
“That’s right, I stepped up! She’s my friend and she needed help! If I had too, I’d pee on any one of you!” –Joey, Friends