Created on: 28 Sep 2022 | Last modified: 23 Feb 2023
Boom, bang, they come crashing in
‘’What are we coooooking?” they bellow and wail
I repeat myself as one asks after another
It feels like all chaos breaks loose
There's pots and pans stacked before long
There's refusal to clean
And my inner Gordon Ramsay shines through
Sergeant Major voice at the ready
Their faces beam proudly at their creations before them
A quick snapchat here and there
That's when I know they're pleased
There's no better sight than seeing them taste what they've produced
All of a sudden "I hate that" turns to "This is no bad"
A quick inspection of drawers and cupboards
Down on my hunkers
I'm getting too old for this, I think
It's getting close to the bell
I sprint from sink to sink
There it goes and then I sigh....
I wish they'd tidy up after themselves 'properly' just this once!
By Lorna Sneddon