With thanks to my sister-in-law for the following:
Hush, hush, whisper who dares
Poor Tansy Whitebytts has fallen downstairs
Tel took a tumble, which caused her alarm
Her grief made her stumble and brought her to harm
Still – silver linings and clouds spring to mind, as they say
She can now lie around and hear Terry all day
The crutches of doom keep the Major subjective
As Tansy in pain hurls a load of invective
So Terry, please warn all the togs everywhere
Be careful when walking down more than one stair
Filed under: Diary Entry, Life - But not as it should be, Major Dickie, Tansy, Terry Wogan, Togmeister, Togs
