Carol-tastic

Ding dong merrily on high,

In blog-land we are crazy,

But you never can deny,

We're anything but lazy...

Wriiiiiite another-nother, wriiiiite another-nother, wriiiite another-nother, wriiiite another-nother, write another-nother post tonight, it puts off doing the laundry.

(R)

Ding dong merrily on high,

I'm blogging during bath-time.

Look how far wet flannels fly,

Whilst I search for the next rhyme...

Wriiiiiite another-nother, wriiiiite another-nother, wriiiite another-nother, wriiiite another-nother, write another-nother post tonight, it puts off doing the laundry.
(R)

And so on.

Yes, I'm rejoicing, because it's Carnival time again. And when you realise that you are sitting exhausted on the sofa watching the Sound of Music for the 40th time, and find yourself rooting for the Baroness rather than Maria out of sheer bloody-mindedness and boredom, heave your christmas-puddinged bottom off the comfy cushions and read some excellent bloggers here.

In the meantime, be happy that my smug post of yesterday was, in fact, not true. I discovered two lost presents this morning, and am off to wrap them now. If, that is, I can find a window of more than 5 minutes between stamping crossly into the Boys' bedroom to threaten an extremely over-excited Boy #2 with removal from the grown-up bed he is so proud of and being put back into his cot if he doesn't calm down and GO TO SLEEP RIGHT NOW!

It hasn't been working.

He's well aware that there is nowhere to put the cot and that it is currently lying in pieces on the floor of the spare room waiting to be collected by the nice people at The Besom (just as soon as I get round to calling them and begging them to remove it). Consequently he has called my bluff, continuing to sing and bounce around in an annoyingly tigger-like way, so I have been reduced to digging out the travel cot and placing it on the floor of his room in a solemn and portentous manner.

We shall see what happens next...