There’s no one like her anywhere
That pocket whirlwind known as Claire.
Daughter, wife and super Mum,
Lifelong friend and bestest chum.
She’s caring, sharing, kind and warm,
In the kitchen cooks a storm,
Prepares a roast with every trimming,
Good for guests, but not for slimming.
A happy childhood at the Grange
Means we shouldn’t find it strange
She likes the finer things in life -
But she is not a high cost wife.
At Matelan and TK Max
You’ll see her whizzing through the racks.
The bargains found you’d not believe -
Too good to miss, too good to leave.
She clothes herself and Andy too
And not forgetting George and Lou.
Her castle’s home in Portbury,
A stronghold for her family.
She won’t just sit and contemplate
It’s – let’s change this and decorate,
Make-over that and re-design
And then let’s have a glass of wine.
She even got a job one day
To kit her house from Maurice Lay.
She loved horse-riding as a girl,
Prepared to give most things a whirl.
At Platform One she oft was seen
In platform shoes the dancing queen.
Lots of lippy, loads of style,
The blonde who stood out by a mile.
And now she’s reached that half a ton
She’ll not slow down, she’ll still have fun.
She’s good to know and good to share -
A happy birthday to our Claire.