I assume by now there are faecal daubings on the walls and a pig's head on a stick in one of the less used rooms while you cower in your underwear with twigs in your head hoping nobody finds you in the tattered remains of the laundry basket.
Worse, under my charge (although actually Saturday morning) The eldest knocked a cup of milk over on the living room rug. I have to accept responsibility as he was on his beanbag and strangely Mandy (the sensible one) makes them eat and drink at the table. Anyway I didn't mop it up very well and now IT FUCKING STINKS. 30C at the weekend, it's had time to fester.
I assume by now there are faecal daubings on the walls and a pig's head on a stick in one of the less used rooms while you cower in your underwear with twigs in your head hoping nobody finds you in the tattered remains of the laundry basket.
ReplyDeleteWorse, under my charge (although actually Saturday morning) The eldest knocked a cup of milk over on the living room rug. I have to accept responsibility as he was on his beanbag and strangely Mandy (the sensible one) makes them eat and drink at the table. Anyway I didn't mop it up very well and now IT FUCKING STINKS. 30C at the weekend, it's had time to fester.
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