Ooooooo-oooo I gave you my heaaaa-aarrtttt. Dont go breakin’ my.. don’t go breakin’ my.. Don’t go breakin my hear-ah-art.
Oh don’t be silly! This isn’t a downcast Friday Feeling song! I’m not languishing under a pile of Jelly Snakes and copies of Cosmo looking for some inspiration or should that be aspiration? Anyway.. I’m not blue, or sad, or crying – oh the flood of Tammy Wynnette and Dolly Parton coming to me right now is almost, gasp, overwhelming, but I digress..
It’s always ok for a bit of Muppet Magic – ye still haven’t lost it guys and eh, pigs! And there’s great synchronised clucking as always from the chickens.
Mind you.. apart from the revelation that Auntie Elton can’t remember the words to his songs anymore and needs an autocue, maybe why this song popped into my head and subsequently hasn’t left it is down to the Tinys. Who are now the Tiny Teenagers… with lots of energy and the ability to scale curtains and sets of drawers in the blink of an eye. The poor curtains. And then there’s the scuttling along the top of my lovely leather couch and the inevitable scraping sound when one of them ambushes the other. Sigh. One of their favourite games seems to be ‘See how much litter we can flick onto the floor from it’s tray’, along with ‘First one to knock the vase of flowers can have first go seeing if she left a window open’. Groan.
Sometimes I think these Tinys are going to break my heart with their boldness… other times I know my heart would break if anything happened to them!