We went for a walk in Lymm.
Lymm's posh. Posey. No dog poo about. A bit la-di-da.
The sort of place where you tell people in work you went for a walk - because just by having been there, you must by association, a Good Person. Their bus stops look like this:
The bus stops by us aren't wooden - there are a garish yellow tubular metal. Which means they aren't burnt to the ground, and as added bonus, you have the opportunity to receive a quick lesson in the most fashionable…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on September 4, 2012 at 4:40am — No Comments
I know, FOR A FACT, this sort of thing does not happen to everyone.
But, please God, tell me it happens to a least a very occasional few; even the tiniest, most minute, mentally scarred, esteem bereft, negligible fraction of the world population - so I know it isn't just me.
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Added by My Funny Mummy on September 3, 2012 at 3:04pm — No Comments
I should be looked after by my own Mother or at least by my Nan, who has been bailing Mum out a couple of days a week since January. I should not be foisted upon the well-intentioned, stimulating, encouraging, highly qualified educational professionals she so heartlessly ditched me with. Sure, I've made friends with groups of engaging, amusing, wholly congenial children of my own age. One of them tells really funny jokes, and I don't know any yet, well, except the ones he told me.…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on September 2, 2012 at 7:49am — No Comments
Clearly the excitement of returning/the opportunity to break her mother's heart prevented her from having her lunchtime nap, so, shattered and unable to fight it any longer, she finally dozed off in the back of the car on the way there, at exactly 13:27 - three minutes before she was due inside the building. Good stuff. I plucked The Poop's lolling body from her car seat, and cuddled her, head on my shoulder, fast asleep, across the car park. …
Added by My Funny Mummy on September 1, 2012 at 5:13pm — No Comments