This is what happens if you have the luck of the Devil and your big brother hurls a splintered piece of garden cane at you. What happens if the luck is not with you doesn't bear thinking about....................
I am 41 years old. Mother of three fab boys and married to a gorgeous man. I am an environmental evangelist who would be happy in a shack in a field with a compost toilet and a reed bed, for now we live at the edge of a village out in the sticks. The kids say I'm too much like the Mum in 'Meet the Fockers' and wish I'd stop trying to get them to talk about sex and drugs. They are happy to talk about Rock'n'Roll though.
3 Comments:
Poor Bill, lucky Bill!
oh no! Poor Billy. I hope he's feeling ok. So glad his brother has a bad aim :o)
S*^T! That really was lucky! Blimey!
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