It's been one of those bleddy knackering weeks this week. Darn elections meant my grandaughter's school was being used as a polling station today so we had 2 of them. Couldn't be the eldest who sits on a machine all day. No had to be the youngest two who are loosely related to Whirling Dervishes. I actually had to get out of bed at 8am this morning and we had them till nearly 4pm. I'm more than knackered now having been a swing pusher, troll guarding his bridge and patient being bandaged from head to foot. Took them to the polling station where I was apparently hypnotised into voting the way young Charlotte instructed me to. She is miffed that the Royals have nicked her name by the way and reckons they should find one of their own.
I'm now in danger of becoming an alcoholic due to the need of a stiff drink once more. I'm getting too old for all this.
I'm now in danger of becoming an alcoholic due to the need of a stiff drink once more. I'm getting too old for all this.