Feeling a Bit Pony

I was going to write about something completely different tonight but I’m feeling a bit pony, so I’ve decided to get an early night instead. (Getting an early night sounds luxurious, I know, especially for somebody with two small children. I’ve been afforded the luxury, however, by my beautiful wife taking the children to her parents’ house to stay for a few days due to the currently non-existent state of our bathroom. Unfortunately one and a half of the children were wailing like air-raid sirens when I waved them off into the darkness: something that has left me thinking that I’m getting, in addition to the luxury of an early night, by far the better half of the deal. Sorry wonderful wife – I really, really do love you and I pray you get a peaceful night!)

Anyway, Cockney Rhyming Slang’s a bit of a laugh isn’t it? I mean ‘pony’, as I’m sure you know, means poorly. Pony and trap... er... poorly. You know how it works. In actual fact Sue Lawley could be a better fit for poorly I suppose and, of course, we all know what ‘Moby Dick’ means. ‘Feeling a bit Moby are we guvnor?’ someone might say down the old rub-a-dub while they’re knocking back a swift pig’s ear. You really could have hours of fun with Cockney Rhyming Slang... but I’m not going to because I’m off to my Uncle Ned for a nice bit of Bo-Peep.

Praying you all have a nice sleep too.