Row Your Boat Rubbish & Sally Squirt Ends the Day

Regular readers of my little diary will know what Wednesday means. Yes folks it’s ‘Toddy-Tunes’, Marion Lord’s woeful workshop of whinging…er…wubbish.  Well this week’s soppy centrepiece was a dreadful ditty called ‘Row, Row, Row Your Boat’. I won’t spend too long on it, as it just isn’t worth it, but it was obviously written by some trust-fund wielding, blazer wearing, private school educated idiot who has nothing better to do than paddle around in a dingy doing naff-all and telling us how easy life is.  “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream?”  NO!  GET A BLOOMING JOB MATE! There’s something out there called the Credit Crunch and it’s got your name on it.  “Life is but a dream?” For you maybe Tarquin. Not for most of us. Wake up and smell the Costa Mocha-locha-chocha-Al-Paccino. Life is tough. I’m one year old, I eat fluff and I wet myself and even I know that! Get real! Anyway that’s enough ranting for one day. I’m off for to get my toes scrubbed by Mummy in the bath while I play with my Wow – Sally Squirt Wind Up Bath, Water and Floor Toy before a bowl of porridge. That’s my kind of idle lifestyle.