Thursday, 15 October 2009
Haven't I been horribly remiss? Sorry my lovely little chums but I have been a busy little bee, plus I went to a university reunion (I was terrified - but had a great time) and at that was encouraged to get into Face Book and, basically, am now addicted. Also my house is a mess and my husband tells me he has swine flu. (He doesn't; he has a cold and is regularly being dosed with hot honey & lemon. However he is male and therefore not able to deal with little illnesses in a grown up way!!).
On the messy house front, I have decided life is too short to clean (so have employed someone to do it for me...!!) OK to be fair she's a girl in the village with 2 small kids and a husband who doesn't work. She likes cleaning and is happy to help. I need help and am happy to pay. It's beautful!
For those of you feeling guilty about the layers of dust and the piles of ironing, I bid you read below and feel free!
More soon (promise)
Dust If You Must (Anon.)
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.