I was going to write a proper blog post for today, honest.
But I stuffed, embroidered and painted six more little floaty flirty girls yesterday.
And then I made an embellished calico bag. And stitched a few little dangly birdies. And then I did housework. And went to the post office.
And then I assisted lad with his fundraising efforts by helping, supervising and then washing up after his cake-baking exploits (he is having a stall over the weekend at a friend’s birthday shindig, to raise funds for his World Challenge trip.)
Phew. So instead of blogging properly, with photos and suchlike, I offer you a song about a brontosaurus.
My dad used to play me this when I was little. And I love it.
Happy Friday everyone. ♥
that song had completely passed me by . . the one I really do remember from when I was little tho’ is Tommy Steele’s Little White Bull :0)
Oh my nanna loved that one! (I didn’t though – I never liked Tommy Steele as he seemed like an adult pretending to be a child to me!)
I know what you mean . . . great trooper tho’ . . saw him in ‘Singing in the Rain’ on stage in London many years ago :0)
I dare not listen; I have just suffered from ear-worm for the last week as a result of vaguely thinking about the words of a song. If I actually listen to this one, I’ll be doomed!
Ahh, but you won’t mind having this one as an ear worm. It is cute, funny and very 1960s!
What about ‘Firebird’?
Here you go Jane…