Me too. Mended it with bluetac.
Me too. Mended it with bluetac.
A little micro brewery pub place has opened about 100 yards from our house. It's really cosy and I think I'm going to spending alot of time there.
I seem to have engineered a regular Friday pub slot whilst eldest is at dance class. It's only an hour but it's a good hour.
You know what kids are like, take something up, quickly decide they can't be arsed.
I hope you've given the kid the talk, and they are fully aware that dance class is now compulsory.
"If you don't keep up dance class you will dance like this when you are older. Alexa: play Dear John by Status Quo"
“Alexa, tell us about Francis Rossi’s septum.”
Should go down well. About as well as his nose down the drain.
*RP's
I thought it was the boy, Parfitt too. But Google reckoned it was the fiend, Rossi.
So does Wikipedia. Don't worry, I'll sort it.
I get 90 minutes every Tuesday evening in town when Little Miss BW is dancing where I go for coffee and either read or watch something on my phone. It's heaven.
Has you ban ended?
Really depends on the town.
Said the man contemplating visiting fucking Aldershot.
Inject that shit into my veins.
Wouldn't you rather have a Lamb and Tears Pot Noodle?
You've changed.