MONDAY MORNING BLUES..FOR POOR OLD MR KETCHUP...

MONDAY MORNING BLUES..FOR POOR OLD MR KETCHUP...

A Chapter by ROSALIND
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Mr Ketchup hated housework never mind decorating the house it just wasn't his cup of tea.................. "

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Monday morning blues, and poor old Mr. Ketchup.
had a lot on his mind. The bedroom next door
was in a utter mess, and as for his room, that
remained to be seen. There were piles of boxes
lying in a heap all over the floor.
Oh for goodness sake, there wasn't room to move
a muscle. Mr. Ketchup gave a loud sigh “O dear,
why is life so complicated?
I certainly won’t be able to sleep with this lot
in my bedroom tonight.”

Meanwhile the door bell kept on ringing.
“O bother who is that now at the door?”
It is Red pepper your cousin. He has very
kindly come to help with clearing out
in your spare bedroom. Then it will all be
ready to decorate.”
“I suppose so,” said Mr. Ketchup.
“The more hands on deck the better. It will
be finished in plenty of time.
Red pepper you can make a start on that pile
of junk and I will sort out the clothes.”

A little while later Haggis and Neaps arrived
with some  floor cleaner and
what was left of the chewed up mop.
Haggis shouted “I will make us all a nice cup
of tea and Neaps can you look for the chocolate
cookies? Oh yummy for my tummy.
Didn't you have any breakfast then?”
“No,” replied Mr. ketchup.
“Why is that?” Haggis asked, with his head turning away
from Mr. Ketchup’s face.
“I have forgot to do my Monday morning
shopping.
O Dear, poor old Mr Ketchup. What ever shall
become of him?

© 2012 ROSALIND

















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ROSALIND
ROSALIND

EDINBURGH, lothian , United Kingdom



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