You really can’t get the staff these days. Okay so it looks on first glance as if said staff as picking away doing sterling work in the berry patch.
Hmmmmm, don’t be fooled for a minute, staff lasted all of ten minutes before the call of the Pokemon and Horseland had her scuttling off indoors to play on the internet.
Meanwhile back at the ranch I am left to pick berries singlehandedly. Actually I am meant to be doing the black currants but those raspberries are just a tad too tempting.
Of course, as The Good Mother I had pointed out to The Staff that you shouldn’t scoff all the raspberries or you’ll be sick. I have also pointed out that you shouldn’t pick the berries in your flipflops due to the obvious prickle hazzards.
Now we as mothers all know these sort of warnings are only for children. Of course things like that don’t effect us glorious Big People. hmmmmm, or do they?
Let’s all guess where this handful of raspberries went? Well it wasn’t into the little plastic box that was so handily placed on the grass.
Did any raspberries make it into the house for creative cooking or even basic eating afterwords?
Now let’s guess who was in the berry patch wearing flip flops and a white T shirt. Yes you guessed it, and while we’re at it shall we also guess who pigged out on all the raspberries and felt just a teenzy tad icky afterwords?
Twas I dear reader, guilty as charged. Isn’t it dreadful to discover that all those warnings we give kids actually apply to us too.