another friend julia
whose father got me my first ever best of (i'm not clever enought to do links, so have re-posted below given how old it is), had a rabbit that she loved. she also loved horses. her dad bought her a horse, but the deal was she had to get herself to the stables and back.

so when she got out of the lesson and her dad was in the carpark, she knew something was up. sure enough, her dad said sheepishly, "look love, i let your rabbit out for a run around." ok. "and then," he continued, "i forgot and i let the dog out. and he killed the rabbit."

julia screamed and cried, and when she got home, she ran straight upstairs to her bedroom before her dad could stop her. so the first thing she saw, sobbing out of her bedroom window - was her dad's idea of punishing the dog.

which was to tie it up on the patio. with the mangled rabbit corpse around its neck. how was that ever going to work?!

sainsburys
remember that moment of panic as a small child when you are wandering frantically around some giant sized supermarket looking for your parent/s, who seem to have disappeared somewhere between the milk and the cheese?

my friend's dad will go straight to the cashier and get them to announce over the tannoy: "Will Julia McKenzie come to Customer Services where her father is waiting for her".
so everyone stands there waiting kindly for some tearstained toddler to stagger up.



she's 28.

( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:43, Reply)