Holiday times are always a bit special for us because it’s when we get to spend some quality time with our niece and nephew. They live quite a way away, so we only get to see them a few times a year and they’re growing up sooooo fast. They’re at the age (12 and 8) where they still appreciate the company of their uncle and auntie, so whenever there’s an outing in the offing they clamour to come with us rather than their parents.
Last holidays were no exception and on our final night’s stay we went out for a meal in Leeds to celebrate my brother-in-law’s birthday. This turned out to be a little more arduous than usual owing to the snow and ice, so desperate measures were needed to ensure our young charges were kept entertained, having already exhausted the possibilities of Dr Who, Harry Potter and Top Gear.
I finally resorted to dimly remembered songs we’d sung on the back seat of the coach on long school trips. To my surprise the many rounds of You’ll Never Get to Heaven turned out to be a big hit. Having already sniggered over the faults of Scout’s knees (too knobbly) and Playtex bras (won’t stretch that far) as skyward conveyances, the following verse was voted the best one because it’s really silly:
Oh you’ll never get to heaven
In a biscuit tin
‘Cos a biscuit tin’s
Got biscuits in
Now all together everyone, one, two three…
Though judging by the look on everyone’s faces, perhaps dad and Maria have gone through most of the verses
Michelle Chapman. plain.