I think our little drummer boy has got a bit bored with his morning call to the Faithful. The first day of Ramazan he banged away with enough gusto to wake the dead. This morning he wandered along the street to the erratic beat of a random limp tap. It’s a bit sad but at least Liam and I awake from our slumber refreshed and ready to face another sweaty day with gay abandon.
Thank you Dina for the Ovaltine ad
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Perking the Pansies 
Wow. Drink Ovaltine and not only restore your vitality while you sleep, you also wake up looking like that curvaceous model. Who knew??
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Last night I made Jack stay up till 4am to watch the ramazan drummer pass the house. It may have been the wine talking, but he absolutely loved it – whatever he says! Great tradition, long may it continue.
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We are the Ovaltineys,
Little girls and boys . .
All those years and I never got to wake up gay once . .
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You are really showing your age.
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It’s never to late 🙂
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This made me luagh…remember when our grandmothers used to encourage us to be happy and gay?
And never forget – the child that is born on the Sabbath Day is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Dearie me!
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…and Gay as a Daisy in May from South Pacific. 😉
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