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Don't look now,
but I've just eaten your kittens...
(my email, if you're desperate, is pickledpizza at hotmail dot co dot uk)
AND YES. I AM in a wheelchair.
Ignore the broken links. things change, y'know. I'm old.
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edit - and at 100 fp's, thanks b3ta and b3tans for a terrific summer. I love you all
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Don't look now,
but I've just eaten your kittens...
(my email, if you're desperate, is pickledpizza at hotmail dot co dot uk)
AND YES. I AM in a wheelchair.
Ignore the broken links. things change, y'know. I'm old.
Recent front page messages:
edit - and at 100 fp's, thanks b3ta and b3tans for a terrific summer. I love you all
(Sun 31st Aug 2003, 23:03, More)
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» PE Lessons
on a slightly different vein...
Every wednesday, my dear old Nan would pick us up from school, as my Mum worked late. This would mean that at half past three, we'd get in from school and immediately have to put our pyjamas on before tea. Usually with either my brother, sister or myself racing each other to be first downstairs. Every week.
This is where my foolproof plan came in. I would win this week by cunningly concealing my flannel pyjamas UNDER my school uniform, so when we got in from school, I would have the advantage!
Brilliant, unless you have P.E. on a wednesday and the entire class were there to point the finger and laugh at my paisley jim-jams.
Never tried that again.
(Thu 19th Nov 2009, 19:09, More)
on a slightly different vein...
Every wednesday, my dear old Nan would pick us up from school, as my Mum worked late. This would mean that at half past three, we'd get in from school and immediately have to put our pyjamas on before tea. Usually with either my brother, sister or myself racing each other to be first downstairs. Every week.
This is where my foolproof plan came in. I would win this week by cunningly concealing my flannel pyjamas UNDER my school uniform, so when we got in from school, I would have the advantage!
Brilliant, unless you have P.E. on a wednesday and the entire class were there to point the finger and laugh at my paisley jim-jams.
Never tried that again.
(Thu 19th Nov 2009, 19:09, More)