Quit everything , and start again over 50?

wendym

Sadly my paperwork was separate from the Drawer of Doom. I have started on it, and have so far found a broken watch strap, a dead calculator, a small wooden bear missing a leg, a tin of pre-Euro centimes, a tiny plastic Ewok, one and a half pairs of knitting needles..............you get the idea.

We too have a bond maturing next month. I do get cross when our generation is insulted for our so-called selfishness. We paid our mortgages at rates the next generation would not believe, and now get tuppence interest on our modest savings.

Smodlet

Wendym, I'm thinkin', "Antiques Roadshow, here you come" but, since you seemed unimpressed with my last poetical offering, I shall not contemplate further.

How is Mr. Yellow Ears, btw? Still nuts about your hospitality?

wendym

I am afraid I have to report that Mr Yellow Ears is no more, expired probably from a surfeit of rather expensive chocolate intended as a present for me. It was apparently my fault (the missing choc, not the death) for making him feel welcome. The death was not mourned by the purchaser of the choc.

I have found the bear's missing leg, so Antiques Roadshow it is. Sorry if I seemed unimpressed by your poetry. Perhaps you could compose a Lament for a Dead Mouse and a valiant Injured Bear.

How was today's viewing, AC?

Smodlet

It is a difficult commission, wendym, but one shall essay one's best... don't hold your breath.

wendym

Preferably suitable for a bagpipe accompaniment. That will teach the little sod.

Smodlet

OMG! I don't think I know any Highland Laments and rather need a tune in my brain (cell) to maintain the metre when I compose... Would "Mull of Kintyre" do? <Ducks>

wendym

Smodlet wrote: »

OMG! I don't think I know any Highland Laments and rather need a tune in my brain (cell) to maintain the metre when I compose... Would "Mull of Kintyre" do? <Ducks>

You didn't complete the sentence. Mull of Kintyre would indeed do my head in, as you young folk say.

Smodlet

Say what you like (and I know you will) I think, for the timescale, this ain't tooooo bad. ... And don't start on the "byre" OK? I know that is where cows live; it's called poetic licence, all right?

Ode to a Dead Mouse and an Injured, Wooden Bear (Dedicated to wendym)

Far had I travelled and much had I seen,
Full was the pantry, the grass sure was green,
Nightly I dined on posh nuts in my byre,
But the pricey, posh chocolate caused me to expire.

Pantry of mine,
Oh wendy made me feel so welcome and fine,
I always could be here,
Oh, pantry of mine...

Long was my vigil and long my pain dire,
Left in a drawer with my leg my desire,
Great was my joy when she did find me there,
And to have my leg back makes me a happy bear.

Old drawer of mine,
Oh wendy made me feel so happy and fine,
Now she wants to sell me,
For wendy, I'll pine.


Smodlet

ETA: Too late, crossed posts.

wendym

Wow! What's a couple of nights lost to an ear worm?

Consider yourself Honorary Poet Laureate.

The bear can now have a decent burial.

gallygirl

"Seems to have wandered into a parallel universe of dead but poetic mice and orange presidents" :eek:.