February 2012
5 posts
“Do they call you Mummy at work?”
– Uhm… no.
Dark Secret
I just tried (and failed) to collect Sprog from ‘holiday club’… when I got there the school was deserted and the gates locked. I gave up and came home for a cup of tea. I’m wondering if:
they were in the pub over the road
they have been bussed out somewhere to work as cheap labour
they’ve all been doped and are sitting quietly somewhere in school
I’m not...
“Is she alive?”
– Sprog when I mentioned God…
Death
Our family cat, Boris, who was 16 and lived with my mother died yesterday. He’d been in fine fettle the day before, his usual caterwauling, tray clanging, cupboard banging self. Being clever he’d learned to bang the cupboard for biscuits and the trays by the fridge for meat, if only someone had made him a Stephen Hawking style speech synthesiser, I think he would have had a lot to...