I re-watched the Cbeebies earlier. Oh I love, love, love Richard as Mr. Storyteller, as I like to call him. All those delightful voices-everything from mice and dinosaurs to ghosts, witches and kiddies, talk of “cuddly monsters” (those “u” sounds get me every time) and admonishments to toys not to eat his ice cream as he waves his spoon.
He is charming and funny and sweet and endearing.
Ah, that floppy fringe across the forehead that I am so tempted to reach out and brush back; those fitted knit tops that showcase the toned biceps, the snug jeans, the way he tucks one leg beneath him. Those expressive eyebrows, the smiles–those eyes!
It’s very hard to keep naughty thoughts out of my head, quite frankly.
Yummy, yummy, yummy . . .