Mine that is.
Having just spent the weekend at my son’s place wherefore I was subjected in my mind, to a horror akin to waterboarding, ie gardening. I now find myself involved in helping my daughter, her husband and child move into a new house. So I’ll be hanging pictures, putting up shelves, decorating, plumbing, electrickery, and MORE BLOODY GARDENING!
Bah.
She’s not mine. I do think that euthanasia is a slightly extreme remedy for her malaise though. Oh well, when in America…………………
If you are a working parent and wonder what story to tell the kiddies at bed time, never fear help is here.
Samuel L Jackson has the answer below. Just leave your laptop beside the bed and quietly slip off out of the bedroom. This will lull them to sleep.
An FE public service broadcast.
I watched question time tonight.
In all of the debates whether it be international aid, children’s dress, or the conflict in Libya, Eight times we were exhorted to think of the cheeeldren.
Not once were we supposed to think of the grownups.
Is this discrimination against you and me?
If any children are reading this blog, then bugger off and go and buy your own padded bras with your own money. Which of course you don’t have.
Think of the cheeeeldren. Lightly grilled would be to my taste.
