Four words that will strike terror into anyone wanting to do anything over the next two weeks.
The kids are off.
(At least, they are around my way.)
(At least, they are around my way.)
04.05 05.05 06.05 07.05 08.05 09.05 10.05 11.05 12.05 01.06 02.06 03.06 04.06 05.06 06.06 07.06 08.06 09.06 10.06 11.06 12.06 01.07 02.07 03.07 04.07 05.07 06.07 07.07 08.07 09.07 10.07 11.07 12.07
It's bliss the buses are running on time because Mater and Pater aren't clogging up the roads taking Henrettia and Tarquin to school in the Land Rover.
Although last night they all seemed to be allowed out late and sat right outside my house. Dont know why because I live on quite a main road and there is a park opposite they could all sit in drinking thunderbirds or whatever they drink now.
Bloody lecturers....
But one day they will be paying my pension. He he he.
Post a CommentPermalink Subscribe to comments: this post | all posts
<< T*Blog Home