I’ve got cold feet
Not in the last-minute nerves sense. In the I-should-be-wearing-slippers sense. The Wales Tales (I called it a saga earlier, but Mom pointed out that saga is Icelandic, not Welsh. Not that it matters. But this is better.) will continue tomorrow. I needed a break. I also needed to visit all my blog friends and catch up on what I missed. I was almost two weeks behind! That’s like 10 years in internet time. Of course, an hour and a half in one evening is not long enough to completely catch up, but I’ve made a start. Now I’m going to take my chilly toes to bed.
Chilly toes, chilly toes
Why so cold? Nobody knows.
If they could stretch, they might touch your nose.
Chilly toes.
What tune am I singing that to? Guess right and I’ll send you a book. What book? It’s a surprise.