Shall disturb this hallowed house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
This is my studio after the family have departed AND
before I've dragged all my crafting paraphernalia out of its hidey hole in the cupboard.
This is the closet with attitude, stuffed to the rafters with treasures.
The Masterchef photo's I want to get at, for the the cliff-hanger I left you with in an earlier blog, are at the very bottom, so with bum in the air I might be gone some time.
Heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho
For if you're feeling low
You positively can't go wrong
With a heigh, heigh ho
Heigh ho, heigh ho
To make your troubles go
Just keep on singing
all day long heigh ho!