Best thing: sunny bike ride to the city farm to take the wean to see the wee lambs, aww.
Worst thing: Catface still hasn't cleaned the motherfucking bathroom.

Best thing this week: don't have to write a lecture for tomorrow.
Worst thing this week: the bathroom isn't clean.

Mother's Day present sorted, she's getting teapigs tea and a card. I expect a crayon scribble from my daughter.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 14:31, 3 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

+ which I will treasure, despite my stern exterior

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 14:33, Reply)

Pride of place on the fridge, natch.

( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 14:34, Reply)

I love the Farm pub
I once burnt out the motor on a small stand on scooter riding back pissed from there up that steep hill into St.Andrews, good times
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 14:34, Reply)

I was gazing longingly at the pub but no, we had to spend an hour staring at the ducks instead.
This child is ruining my chance at alcoholism. It makes me wonder how my da ever managed to be drunk for much of my childhood.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 14:36, Reply)

There used to be so many friday night casulaties in that pub, staring into the middle distance

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 14:40, Reply)

Shit up the jacks is fuckin nasty, fucking layabout stoodents

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 14:35, Reply)