Get me: I’m becoming a big bloggy joiner! In a bid to get my ample posterior in gear to write an entire book, I’ve finally joined the Writing Workshop at Sleep is for the Weak.
There’s a song on the CD of music that you insist that we play whenever we are driving anywhere:
Halfway down the stairs
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair where I sit:
There isn’t any other stair quite like it.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top:
So this is the stair where I always stop.
Is a stair where I sit:
There isn’t any other stair quite like it.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top:
So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up, and isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town:
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
“It isn’t really anywhere! It’s somewhere else instead!”
Isn’t up, and isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town:
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
“It isn’t really anywhere! It’s somewhere else instead!”
mandyque says
I didn't know it was AA Milne either, I remember Kermit the Frog's nephew singing it on the Muppets π