It's a good job I love my boys
and a good job I love nature!
Perfect time of year
to combine the two...
let me get this right...
I find a huge stick and throw it up at
an ancient tree for an hour,
missing it completely every time,
so then I rummage around in the undergrowth
for these prickly, nuggets of green treasure?
Which I then prise open, without spiking myself,
to reveal the gleaming precious gem
I then take upon the very dangerous task
of stabbing a screwdriver or the likes
through the centre of my shiny jewel?
Steal a shoe lace and spend forever trying
to thread it through the hole,
forget to tie a knot in the end and have to do it all over?
I get to totally SMASH my Brothers gem stone up
with mine, whilst swinging it very closely to his knuckles????
...and this is allowed Mummy?
I am led to believe,
some schools have banned this
DANGEROUS SPORT (???)
Well it's not banned at this house.
We love it!
The boys have been entertained for endless hours,
haven't stabbed their hands,
knocked each other out with sticks.
Nor have they damaged ancient
Horse Chestnut trees,
or damaged each other with accidental
whacks from conker missiles.
The only danger is...
He runs off with your stick.
He steals your stash.
He chews them up, but soon spits them out...
(how does he know he'll get a bellyache?)
Then, when your 'two-er' is about to
triumph once again,
he jumps up and
snatches the trophy conker right off the end of your string!
Hope you've enjoyed playing
Love Claire. x
Look what treat we had this evening...
Where troubles melt like lemon drops.
...away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me!