When I was 11, my mum smashed every piece of crockery in the house before we got to eat Christmas dinner. There wasn't a single bit left, not a gravy boat or dish. Half the dinner was in amongst it. My dad just let me and my older brother go round the neighbourhood to beg borrow and steal some replacements. It wasn't the first or last time! Happy days!
Textgate going a bit sour. Wife was more than happy to look after my kids if I brought them to England, but GF has changed mind and wants to keep them. All hell has broke loose. After rescuing the wife from an almost certain death following dodgy surgery in Eritrea 18 months ago. Now I am not allowed to send money to support my children, despite sending money to support her family in Eritrea for over 7 years. Looks like I have a fight on my hands. Who the fek did the wiring diagram for women when they were invented anyhow.
Me on Boxing Day: Oh no, that third tube of Pringles I had yesterday is coming back on me... Toffs on Boxing Day: Tally ho, chaps! Let's get tipsy before a few dozen of us hunt down living animal and have it butchered alive in the name of "tradition"!
