Pull your socks up britain!

It's another crazy Saturday morning in my household. Ben– AKA Kid Rock's playing his guitar and singing his latest song, "I'm losing my mind." (V. appropriate). Scarlett is full on barbie princess and in party mode. Rubes is a coughing spluttering teenage wreck and in my bed with 3 teddies. And me - I'm trying to create some headspace amongst the insanity of Saturday morning madness.

Anyway, poem 2 from Murray LY. Love it, love it!


Ladies, roll your sleeves up. Pull your tum in gents.

Now is not the time to weep o’er credit that’s been spent.

So its,
Out with the ready meals on with the stew.
Here’s a little list of the things you can do:

Dogs under harness, pigs on the lawn.
Out with the roses in with the corn.

Off with the boiler on with the Woad.
Thrash your self with nettles from the nose to the toe.

Forage in the hedgerow, forage in the field.
Bog to the Glen, to the Moore to the Weald.

Nudity for vigour, jollity for wealth,
Four in a bathtub Frolicking for health.

If you a bailiff promise you can pay.
Salt-water enemas- six times a day.

Austerity, frugality from charity comes clarity
Polarity, disparity replaced with solidarity.

(Save, I mean spend, I mean spend, I mean save
I mean H1N1, H1N1, H1N1, H1 OH!)

Pull your socks up Britain,
Shoulder to shoulder we must stoutly stand.

Catch it, bag it, bin it, kill it.

Pull your socks up. Now wash your hands.