Sing a song of sixpence

A pocket full of rye.

Four and twenty blackbirds,

Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened

The birds began to sing;

Wasn't that a dainty dish,

To set before the king

The king was in his counting house,

Counting out his money;

The queen was in the parlour,

Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden,

Hanging out the clothes,

When down came a blackbird

And pecked off her nose.

 

And I hope it will be Mr T’s local D-in-law who will be in her counting house, counting out her money after putting a dish/several dishes before lots of kings and queens .  She has just taken the Lease of a coffee shop/small restaurant in town and where we’ve been all day rubbing down, painting, cleaning, drinking much coffee from a very grand multi choice coffee machine and generally sussing out the area for practical features, interior design and furnishings etc.  I’m going to be allowed to put some of my photos in the foyer and loo areas!!!

Wishing D-in-law every success and fun with her venture and hoping the Blackbird doesn’t come down and peck off her nose!

Extras:  My latte from the brute of a coffee machine and serious painting work being undertaken.