It has rained all day in Potties Palace so Diddily has sent you some more videos

Maybe you will be able to learn to do a bit of signing yourselves, if the rain comes your way tomorrow.
Signing - The Giving Tree a wonderful story in many ways

On here you will find Children and Oldies of all ages signing away so that they can show us how easy it is to learn sign language and how nice it will be to be able to communicate with everybody who hasn't got the ability to hear , or can't speak your language but can sign it.




1. The Giving Tree written by Shel Silverstein.
2. Signing to The Rose, especially for Mummy.
3. Signing Cat Dreams.
4. Say it with sign - Animals.
5. My baby can talk and sign.
Plus a few more Sharing Signs.

This is the first story for 2008 for Diddily dee dot's Diaper Row

DAISY AND THE DREAM-WEAVER

It was such a beautiful morning Daisy decided to go for a walk in the woods. She had not gone far when she came upon her very favourite tree, it was the tallest in the woods.
Unfortunately Daisy was only little and the tree was very tall, but it never stopped her dreaming about climbing to the very top day after day.
Daisy however contented herself with sitting on one of the very low branches and lying there, dreaming of what it must look like way up high.

Daisy jumped up onto her branch and settled down, she had only just closed her eyes when there was a loud whirring sound; not unlike that of a a helicopter, and out of the tree fell a little man. He was wearing a pair of purple trousers and a turquoise blue jacket, and would you believe he was even smaller than Daisy.
"Hello Daisy," he said as he landed with a wallop on her lap and took out a grey hat and popped it on his head. "There that's better, wait, hold on just a moment?" He then pulled out a pair of red cloth boots and put them on his feet. "Now where were we?" He asked in a croaky little voice. "I believe you were day dreaming again. Do tell me what is it your dreaming about today?"
Daisy opened and closed her eyes in amazement. "And hello to you too!" she said nervously. "Firstly do you always travel like that? Secondly how come you know my name?"
The little man smiled "Forgive me my dear but it's my business to know name of everybody who lives in or around Fingle's Wood and your family have been living here for a very long time."
"Why I do believe your Granny called you Daisy because you reminded her of the first flower of a new day... isn't that so?"
Daisy smiled and picked up the little man and held him in her hand."
"Alright, so you know all about me, but who are you?" Daisy smiled and prodded the little man gently in his tummy.
Instantly he began to chuckle, then Daisy started to laugh, already you could tell they were going to be good friends.
"Well my dear, my full name is Mr Donald O'Dermot, O'Callaghan, but my friends usually call me "Donald the Dream Weaver" or Mr Don, for short, and dream weaving is my work."
"A dream weaver, and what on earth is a dream weaver, Mr O'Dermot O'Callaghan?" Daisy said placing the little man on the branch at her side.
"Daisy O'Donnal, didn't I tell you my friends call me Mr Don and are we not friends already or are all these smiles false ones?"
"Oh no, no we surely are friends Mr ...em Don, but a dream weaver, what kind of work is that may I ask?" Daisy smiled a huge smile which made her whole face shine.
"Hm now let me think, a dream weaver. Well it's different of course from a weaver of dreams, for that would be Shamus MacSweeny from the old Smithy in Fingle's Close. No I'm definitely the dream weaver who listens carefully to peoples dreams then tries to weave a wee bit of magic to make them come true."
"Oh I see," Daisy frowned, she didn't really see but she just knew that it could only be a good thing for her "Mr Don" was definitely a good... little man... whatever.
"So where does that lead us to my dear?" Mr Don asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Your dreaming I suppose."
"My dreaming!" Daisy looked up to the top of the tree. "You mean of being up there, the top of my tree!" she exclaimed, then frowned as she picked Mr Don up by his collar and held him out in front of her.
"And how may I ask is one as small as you, going to get one as big as me, up to the top of the tallest tree in the whole of the wood?"
"Hm, you leave that to me young Daisy, you're not that big yourself you know. You just put me back down on the branch and we'll jolly well see who can do what around here."
Daisy placed Mr Donald O'Dermot O'Callaghan back on the branch and began to laugh, her golden curls shining in the sun. "Come on then let's do it?" she teased.
"Ok, ok, close your eyes and make ready to fly!"
"Whoa, who said anything about flying, I was thinking of climbing. I don't have your wings you know."
"Climb to the top of this tree," Donald shook his head and frowned. " I don't think your Mum and Gran would be happy with me if you hurt yourself climbing and I do believe flying would be easier." Mr Don nodded his head as he spoke. "Yes, flying it will have to be, now come on, close your eyes Daisy O'Donnal."
Daisy closed her eyes, first there was a tingle in her fingers, then there was a trembling in her legs. Then it felt as if she were going up in lift just like the ones in the stores in Broughton.
"You can open your eyes now Daisy." Donald said.
Daisy took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes. "Oh wow", she gasped. All around her there were clouds and they seemed to be floating in a sea of blue. She turned very carefully towards Donald who somehow seemed to be holding her as if she weighed nothing.
"Oh my goodness thank you, O thank you, thank you," she cried over and over again. "Now I shall never have to wonder what it is like up here any more." She stood there for what seemed like ages looking this way and that. The church, the school, why she could even see the swing park over the other side of the village and the bowling green. Oh thank you, thank you, she kept repeating. She bent over and gave Mr Don a little kiss on the top of his head. They wobbled a bit from side to side.
"Oops be careful, do you think you are ready to go down now."
"Oh yes I suppose so, thank you," Daisy said a little sad but at the same time flashing another one of her gorgeous smiles at the old Leprechaun.
"I can't thank you enough, You truely have made my dream come true today."
She closed her eyes once more and with a tingle and a tremble and a slight roll in her tummy, Daisy was back on the ground with Donald standing by her side, she lifted him up onto the branch and Daisy jumped up besides him. She leant back against the huge old tree trunk and closed her eyes, her mind full of all the wonderful sights she had seen in her adventure. She could hear Donald talking away besides her.
"Well my dear I must be gone now for I have to be over at the Badger caves before dinner time."
Daisy slowly opened her eyes, but to her amazement Mr Donald O'Dermot O'Callaghan was gone, not a trace of him anywhere. She jumped down from the branch and stood there a puzzled look on her pretty face...
Had she been dreaming, maybe she had fallen to sleep on the big branch and it was all a dream after all.
She looked about her but there was nothing that told her that Donald O'Dermot O'Callaghan the Dream Weaver of Fingle's Wood had ever been there, or took her to the top of the tree...

Slowly Daisy began to make her way home, a smile still on her face for in her heart she knew it had all been real and that she would meet the little man, with the croaky little voice again sometime very soon.


Written by Diddily Dee Dot, her first short story of 2008
Enjoy everyone. xxx

There are some new Video's of Pingu on Tiny Tot's

Because I have been busy with getting married I haven't had time to add to Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland, so I have put some new Pingu and Pinga video's on the Tiny Tot's page in Seligor's Castle. More for you tomorrow I promise. xxx Diddily xx

PINGU GOES FISHING .......

A Collection of video's featuring Pingu and his sister Pinga.

1. Pingu
2. Pingu in Luna Park
3. Pingu and Pinga play circus 4. Pingu builds an Igloo
5. Pingu funny moments 6. Pingu and Pinga help with the cleaning
7. Pingu, goes Fishing. 8. Pingu gets a Valentine Card.
9. Pingu i bogshala 10. Pingu Popcorn
11. Pingu TV Theme 12. Pingu in a Box
13. Pingu has a sore tummy. 14. Pingu plays the Accordion
15. Raps with David Hasslehof. 16. Pingu Eskimo Dance

These video's are in a variety of languages, enjoy.

It is always wise to check through all the video clips in the Menu for
sometimes the odd strange one can get through and you mightn't want
your littlest ones to see it. The same applies to all video links
really.
What amuses some cultures does not always amuse others. xxx

Today Diddily Dee Dot got Married

I think I shall put another Toby Bucket on for New Year's Eve. Good idea. xxx

This is Diddily Dee Dot getting married yesterday xx My husband is called Peter.

We have been together for eleven years and we have worked together on quite a few of Diddily's stories, he has been my inspiration and now he's my wonderful husband as well. xxx
Have a wonderful New Year everybody it wont be long until this second web site is filled with more of your favourite rhymes and stories. xxx Seligor.

Pull up Alley has two lovely new entries just for you

PULL - UP ALLEY

Daddy's Little Girl

You're the end of the rainbow, My pot of gold; You're Daddy's little girl To have and to hold. A precious gem Is what you are; You're Mommy's Bright and shining star.
	You're the spirit of Christmas, My star on the tree; You're the Easter bunny To Mummy and me. You're sugar you're spice, You're everything nice; And you're Daddy's little girl.
You're the end of the rainbow, My pot of gold; You're Daddy's little girl To have and hold. A precious gem Is what you are; You're Mummy's Bright and shining star.
	You're the treasure I cherish So sparkling and bright; You were touched by the holy And beautiful light. Like angels that sing, A heavenly thing, And you're Daddy's little girl. Burke & Gerlach Midi: Daddy's Little Girl

A Happy New Year for all the Children and their Famillies.

THE LOST SIXPENCE

I lost a silver sixpence, a shining silver sixpence,
I know a fairy found it in the garden where we play;
I had it in my fingers, and I dropt it and I lost it,
It glittered in the grass, and then it vanished clean away.

You know the summer fairies, the watching ready fairies,
They love a silver sixpence that is shining like the day;
I really should not wonder if they bowl it or they spin it
For a hoop of light with laughter in their lands of fairy play.

They kept my pretty sixpence, my new and shining sixpence,
And I have no money now for shopping things to pay;
But the little baby fairies they are glad they are happy,
For they have my silver sixpence for their very own today.

The Lost Sixpence and Nets for Dreams;
are two short verses found in Kathleen Rich's
Junior Reciters Repertory
they were written by Berwick Sayers, and although myself and my sister looked for some identity to this gentleman, we only found reference to a W.C. Berwick Sayers. If anyone can help us, do get in touch. as they are both very lovely little verses.

NETS FOR DREAMS

Where you go a walking on an autumn morn
Dewy-silver cobwebs all the little trees adorn,
And spiders in the middle are goblin elves, they say,
Waiting for the foolish flies who wander from their way.

So the people tell me, but I'd sooner think
These are shining nets the fairies fashion link by link
Out of threads of silver from the moon's stray beams,

A Beautiful Magic Moment in Seligor's Castle

A Small Child's Bootie.

A small child's bootie half-buried in sand,
bright colours and animal emblem
like an exotic orchid cradled in my hand.

A group of giggling schoolgirls posing on a bridge,
nudging one another as they glance in my direction,
prim but seductive in crisp blue and white school uniforms.

A tiny hut, yellow lamplight in its window,
beneath soft velvet skies of twilight,
glimpsed through a grimey train window,
the hump-backed shapes of asian mountains behind it
like great protective beasts.

A young boy tending a rice field,
a flute stuck down his trouser belt;
small cows running excitedly towards a dusty jeep
bringing them their breakfast.

Scenes of life and intimacy just beyond my reach,
scenes glimpsed through a grimey train window,
hurtling through the day and night,
a million worlds in a collision so light and brief
no-one hardly notices it.

Moths and insects are caught up by the engine's passage,
sucked inside open windows and doors
and carried a hundred miles from where they were born,
battering themselves to death against impenetrable glass
through which now, the black night gleams
showing back my weary reflection,
every crease and age-line magnified
as if etched in ink...

A small child's bootie half-buried in sand,
bright colours and animal emblem
like an exotic orchid cradled in my hand.
Always just beyond reach
- is it your seeming unattainibility
that makes you appear so luminous?

Such beauty can only be written by Willowdown.
September 2007 copyright.

Page four is called Pull-up Alley

PULL-UP ALLEY

Choo, choo went the train,
Splish, splash through the rain.
Clickity clack down the track,
Going there, coming back.
Across the platform, along the line,
Got your ticket, I've got mine.
Reach the station, off the train,
Splish, splash through the rain.
Going there, coming back,
Clickity clack down the track.

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Seligor's Children

This is the sister site to Seligor's Castle, the place where children from all over the world can come and visit, read their favourite stories, look at their favourite cartoons and films. Come inside and have fun.
Until this site is ready why don't you pay a visit to seligor's castle which is also a wonderful free zoomshare site.

The HOMEPAGE of DIDDILY DEE DOT's DREAMLAND for CHILDREN OF THE WORLD EVERYWHERE. Welcome to the land of tales, Of songs, poems and rhymes. Where Mums and Dads can join in, And have such jolly times. Sing out loud! Sing out strong! Fill your hearts with joy. Let's celebrate a wonderous time, With every girl and boy.

Welcome to DIAPER ROW When you are Very Young When you're very, very young, and you're lying in your cot, I'm sure that every night your Mum will visit you a lot. She'll bring your favourite toy and your really favourite book, Then she'll sit down by your bedside and let you take a look, At all the little pictures, the fairies and the stars, Twinkling on the pages as they shine from way up far. When you're sitting in your bouncy chair and near by Daddy sits, He will show you Andy Pandy, Noddy, lambs and furry kits. He'll tell to you some nursery rhymes and sing to you a song, Songs that Diddly Dee has  given, to help you dream along. You will close your eyes and  see the magic of the pages here, Daddy will be there with you, so have no frights or fears.

The Happy Nappy Nursery Welcome to the Happy Nappy Nursery Land Video  Show And a big thankyou to all the wonderful people who made the video's for YouTube, without you none of this would happen. Thank You All. Here are the nursery rhymes  that are on the television set. 1.   Humpty Dumpty.                                         2.    Alphabet Song  3.   Baa Baa Black Sheep                                  4.   Jack and Jill. 5.    Ding Dong Bell.                                             6.   Old Mac Donald. 7.   5 Little Monkeys.                                        8.   Bingo. 9.   Ali Babas Farm.                                          10.  To Market, to market. 11.  The Dog Says.                                             12.  Teddy Bear. 13.  Two Little Ducks.                                     14.  Mary, Mary. 15.  Round and Round the Garden.          16.  Rub a Dub Dub. 17.  Three Blind Mice.                                    18.   Incy Wincy Spider.