Saturday is Caption Day....

over at Mammasaurus. Neither advancing years nor ecclesiastical dignity will obstruct my fondness for tree-climbing. I can shin up a sycamore as sinuously as I ever did. I just can't always get down again.



You don't have to be witty. You don't have to be wise. All comments give me a thrill...

Comments

  1. Unknown21 January 2012 at 00:43

    If only those pesky kids hadn't covered the tree in superglue!

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  2. Shell Louise21 January 2012 at 00:57

    What you don't see is that the smile went away when I stood up because my hair stayed that way for the rest of the day!

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  3. Stressy Mummy21 January 2012 at 07:16

    I'm just hanging around!

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  4. Jenny21 January 2012 at 07:16

    when i said i wanted to get closer to nature, i didn't quite mean this!

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  5. Exmoorjane21 January 2012 at 07:22

    That makes me smile. :)

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  6. Anonymous21 January 2012 at 07:26

    look at me mum! I love being a monkey in a tree :)

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  7. Rebecca English21 January 2012 at 08:00

    I'm not coming down until you bring the firemen.

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  8. mother on the edge!!21 January 2012 at 08:15

    I'll try anything to get this phlegm out of my lungs.....

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  9. Vanessa (Housewives Inc)21 January 2012 at 08:22

    Woohoo look at me!!

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  10. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron21 January 2012 at 08:26

    Golly these comments are good! Keep 'em coming.

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  11. Unknown21 January 2012 at 08:32

    Taking tree hugging to the extreme...

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  12. Anonymous21 January 2012 at 09:19

    A new way to sweep up the leaves

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  13. A Little Light Work21 January 2012 at 09:20

    The vicarage pole dancing sessions were the talk of the parish.

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  14. Imprudence21 January 2012 at 10:52

    Ooh look -- you can see the roots from here.

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    Anything a monkey can do I can do better.

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  16. Anonymous21 January 2012 at 12:09

    She hadn't quite mastered the dismount yet.

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  17. Singing Angel21 January 2012 at 12:19

    I was determined to see what the Scot had under his kilt.

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  18. Anonymous21 January 2012 at 12:45

    Honestly mother, shouldn't you be baking or making jam? you're sooo embarassing

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  19. Bottleinfrontofme21 January 2012 at 12:52

    I'm the king of the swingers, the jungle VIP....

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  20. SaucySaurus21 January 2012 at 13:01

    I love the feeling of wood between my legs in the morning...

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  21. Mum2BabyInsomniac21 January 2012 at 13:05

    Just hanging around waiting for the kids...

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  22. multiplemummy21 January 2012 at 16:55

    Well the bats managed to get a good night sleep like this, i thought I would give it a go!

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  23. Emily (@amummytoo)21 January 2012 at 17:28

    Stop taking that photo and help me!

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    So THAT'S Jedward's secret

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    oh I think Ive done myself a mischeif

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    The Vicarage spectacularly misunderstood just what a swinger's party actually was.

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  27. seasiderinthecity21 January 2012 at 19:40

    Oi come back with that camera!

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  28. fivegoblogging21 January 2012 at 21:42

    Now that I have successfully demonstrated how not to climb a tree, could someone help me down pleeeeeease!

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    I'm sorry for not being able to think anything funny, but I wanted to say that I love the picture and your attitude, good on you, keep climbing trees!

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