Have spent quite a lot of time unpacking all the boxes after the flit. It's funny the stuff you find when moving house - you know, stuff that's been lying about the place unnoticed or forgotten.
Like the image below. This is a poem that my daughter wrote at school when she was 8 years old, entitled "Boys".
BOYS by Lynn
Boys are yucky
Boys are gross
Boys stick their fingers up their nose
Boys eat snotters, worms and toads,
Boys are something worse than gross
Boys are...BOYS!
I particularly like the use of illustration to show big jars of worms, toads and snotters (neatly rolled up!), and the close-up view of a finger-up-the-nose moment!
My plan was to keep this pinned to our kitchen noticeboard until such time as it would come in useful, like the Father's Speech at her wedding, but as she doesn't seem too bothered about boyfriends so far I thought I'd share it with the WWW instead.
Coming soon - More Recovered Gems....!
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