Heaps Of Stuff And CANDY WINNER

How I wish that I was tidy
How I wish that I was neat
How I wish I was methodical

Like others down out street.

I tried to stem the rising tide

I tried to hold it back

But I have been the victim

Of a heap of stuff attack.

Yes, heaps of stuff come creeping,

They clutter up the hall.

And heaps of stuff are softly

Climbing halfway up the wall.

At each end of the staircase

Is a giant heap, a stack;

One to carry up the stairs

And one to carry back.

In a heap of stuff invasion

They settle everywhere -

They grovel on the lino

They tower on the chair.

You're searching for a jacket,

"Is it in here?" you shout,

And, opening the cupboard door,

A heap of stuff falls out.

But heaps are many-faceted

And heaps are multi-faced

And what a heap is made of

Will depend on where it's placed.

Now if it's in the passage

It is mostly boots and shoes

And if it's on the sofa

It is magazines and news.

If it's in the shed

It's broken propagating frames

And if it's in the bathroom

Well, it's best to say no names,

And if it's in the bedroom -

Your own and not the guest's -

The heap of stuff is mostly made

Of socks and shirts and vests.

For a heap is indestructible,

It's something you can't fight.

If you split it up by day

It joins back up at night.

So cunningly positioned

as from room to room you trek,

Increasing all the chances

That you trip and break your neck.

But step into my parlour

Now I've forced the door ajar;

I'll excavate an easy chair -

Just cling there where you are.

And together we'll survey it

Till our eyes they feast enough

On the tidiest home in England

Underneath the heaps of stuff.

Pam Ayres

Happy Friday everyone!  So why has the Squirrel broken into verse I hear you ask, well, on my long overdue day off, after the postie delivered my latest parcel of goodies (only a small one I hasten to add), I looked around my craft space in the conservatory and realised that I needed to have a SERIOUS tidy up.  It's like an overstuffed sofa out there, scraps of paper that I've saved to use but which are, in all probability, far too small to be of any practical purpose, those tiny little cellophane packets of gems and beads that come with a certain magazine, half used packs of envelopes, again from said magazine, tools that I have rarely, if ever, used but could not live without at the time.  And stamps.  Oh. My. Word.  I have a problematic stamp addiction indeed.  Packets of pens and pencils, watercolour pencils, watercolour paints, ProMarkers and Copics, Distress Inks (pads and ReInkers), rulers, protractors, scoring boards (why on earth do I have three different scoring boards for Heaven's sake?).  So my five minute tidy up has turned into a mammoth event, and I've had to walk away from it for ten minutes before I break down into a wimpering heap in a corner full of other stuff! 

So, my point of the verse?  It needs a section about craft stuff in there, and quickly!

OK, ramble over.  Now let's get down to business, the winner of my Sugar Nellie rubber stamp candy.  Mr RNG has been cranked up, left to whirr for a bit, and he has selected .........

Number 11 and that is you UMA (A Sense of Uma)

Well done my little chickpea - could you confirm that you are still interested in the stamp and I'll get it in the post to you pronto.

That's me done for now - back to my heaps of stuff and who knows I might get a card done later!

Hugs Sxx