… than to get involved in a full and frank exchange of views between the spotty boys.
Got a nice gash across the knuckle of my right thumb for my pains. Both boys now banished outside until they learn how to behave (well, I can dream …)
Originally published at the Tribe. |
Reading your blog is a bit like a phone conversation with my daughter, Alice!
You’re having a perfectly normal discussion: “At that point, we decided to visit the second-hand book shop.” and replies: “Ah, I meant to ask you…” when suddenly, there’s a shriek of pain, and an angry yell of “Poppy!” from Cheltenham.
It’s amazing how clearly you can hear the cat giggling…