Your rendition was so nice that I didn't even feel stupid dancing around the kitchen alone. (Hubby is working).Happy Weekend!
Ah now, good to see you're sober and back to what you do best. Singing I mean, no shovelling shite. Enough of the bad language, we have the ladies about us so.Perhaps you might wanna gently remove the bottle fae your other pals haund the next time the drink puts yet another tale on his tongue, eh?No my business son, but sometimes a hard kick in the arse works wonders. If that fails, send him to me for a week... If he arrives on Monday he'll be wanting home by the Tuesday, guaranteed. I'll be away for the Hibs game the day, but back by the neet.
Perfect for a Sunday morning. What a gift!
Hibs game? Jaysus I was unsober afore I was even swallied.
hope; I often dance alone, usually in me undercrackers, when everyone else has gone about their daily business. But you didn't need to know that, or have that particular picture in yer head of a Monday did ye? :¬)xxx
Chef; Well if it isn't mister 'see you, look at me white bits' back from the sun! And he off to the wrang game anall! :¬)
UB; Glad ya enjoyed pal. :¬)
Chef; Yer excused. This time! HH! :¬)
That was lovely. Thank you.
Beautiful song beautifully sung.
libby; Welcome to 'Mapstew' and thank you. Do call back. :¬)xxx
Pat; Thanks Pat. :¬)xxx
Let me tell you this wee man, when you have a balcony that is not overlooked, south facing, and you spend your time playing golf or laying down beside an empty bottle or two, there are no white bits.
Chef; That's put me right off me tea, and I lookin' forward to the black pudding all day!
I know that's no true pal, Monday is always corned beef hash in your house.
A great version of a classic song!!
Chef; True, the black pudding was for afters!
Joey; Thanks pal! :¬)