Got talked into picking up a bed for my grand daughter yesterday. It was only a few blocks away so no big deal. What did get up my noise was the earache the mother of said grand child was giving my son to get it put together in a room already filled with another bed and untold books and stuff you'd find in a 2 1/2 year old bedroom, and yes she didn't think I could hear her. So I stayed and helped him get it all sorted.
I know she's trouble being a red head but that'll stick with me for a good while, nasty bitch.
Dylan would be so much better if he left the harmonica at home.
Also the use of music in films really does give you a second chance at something long forgotten.
Talking to a find yesterday who's looking out for a house locally for a family coming back from Spain.
She said there's lots a expats trying to get back here.
We don't bother with gifts/flowers anymore, sometimes go out for a drink n food.
Bunch of roses going for £275 in London, she'd smack me about the head if I spent that.
Think I've mentioned before there's more than one father in our family and my oldest brother has hinted he knows who he is.
Told him more than once that my Dad brought me up.
Born in Gorleston on sea and lived here all my life, as were my parents.
Spoiled the brew with Mandi as she's from chadderton near Manchester so at least the kids won't be boning each other.