*giggles*
bakers, though. everyone needs bread...

my dad's racing was the reason my parents didn't have me till they were well in their 30s. they started dating at 13. married at 21, had me over 10 years later. in my mum's words, "we were having too much fun..." which i think is brilliant. they used to pick holidays by sticking a pin in a map of europe, then just fuck off to wherever it landed. Hence Yugoslavia in 1967. I remid my mother of her irresponsible attitude whenever she has a wobbly fit about me doing anything..
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Sat 19 Jul 2008, 0:58, Reply)