WET WET POOR MR KETCHUP..........

WET WET WET OR SO IT SEEMED FOR POOR OLD MR KETCHUP.. "Oh fiddle sticks,” cried Mr Ketchup as he fell head first out of his bed. That's torn it now, he thought to himself. O dear, poor old Mr Ketchup seemed to be in a spot of bother? He had forgotten all about his washing from the night before. No dry washing, it was dripping wet “O bother,” he said as he dragged it in doors and O dear the washing was dribbling all over his clean floor. Poor old Mr Ketchup nothing went right for him. Just then someone knocked rather loudly on his door. "Oh just a minute,” he shouted.  Mr Ketchup threw the washing back into the washing machine for a spin but something wasn't just quite right. The washing machine seemed to be making a funny noise. Oh whatever next he groaned!  And if you think that was bad, well the water leaked out everywhere leaving poor old Mr Ketchup looking rather bewildered, indeed nothing went right for him and O dear he had forgotten about one thing.  He left his poor friend standing at the door frozen stiff, what a morning it had been for him. Haggis sat in the chair thawing out meanwhile Mr Ketchup made a hot cup of tea without the teabags. What ever shall we all do now?