Huzzah!
I have the internet back. Fuck me, what a palaver!
I bought a modem from PC world. Wouldn't work. Rung my ISP who said stick with us for another year we'll give you a new modem. Six quid postage/admin fee though. Fair enough I thought. It'll be with you in two to three days sir, lovely, thinks I. Next day I called the ISP to make sure the Modem had been despatched. Yes sir we despatched it this afternoon.
This Afternoon?
Yes sir.
This AFTERNOON?
Yes sir.
Why?
Sir?
Why, has it only been despatched this afternoon? I called you at nine in the morning yesterday. Why wasn't it despatched yesterday?
Ah sir, you see, we had software problems which meant we could not process your payment.
How, is that my problem? You have all my details. I've been a customer for two years. I"ve never ever missed a payment.
Yes sir, but we can't send out hardware without processing your payment.
Again, how's that my problem?
...
I guess I won't be seeing my Modem tomorrow will I?
No sir, probably not.
Will I see it Monday?
Ah, it's two to three working days sir.
What?!! What sort of service have I just paid Six pounds for?
Second class post sir!
'Click'
Six pounds for second class post. They're having a bleeding giraffe! Fucking thing finally arrived today. Post dated Monday the 25th. So they hadn't even put it in the post on Friday.
I ain't impressed, but I am connected to the net again.
Fuck but it's weird, I feel like I've been through cold turkey. On the plus side I've played loads of Star Wars Lego. :) It's great once you unlock Vader as a playable character, I'm determined to see this fucker through to the end. So, how've you all been? Miss me? Yeah, right! You lying fuckers! :D
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Arse!
We had a massive thunderstorm Tuesday night and it's killed my modem dead. I have no internet at home. I am very very very fucked off about it.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I am being really crap
at updating this blog aren't I? I've been back a week and have barely mentioned me holiday. It was a bit of an odd one really. We stayed with my in-laws who I get on fine with but being in someone elses house is always a bit tricky. It's a nice part of the world. Very very rural, even moreso than Nuffulk which surprised me. Plenty hot, and plenty of fucking flies which all have the same name. The name of cunt. Fuck but they were annoying! After about 3 days the little fella has learned how to say 'go away' with the accompanying shooing gesture. He does this everytime someone says 'go away' now. FrenchFranceland also has snakes. Specifically Vipers. Now I have rather foolishly picked up a viper in the past and got away with it. Having nearly trod on one in the back garden while wearing sandals (and carrying t'littlefella) I have a new respect for them. They're fast. Very fast indeed. Thank fuck it was racing away from me rather than at me. Really put the shits up!
The French did their best to dispel a lot of myths about them. Their food's not great, they're not that good looking, and their fashion sense is hilarious. In a lot of ways they're just like us, but much much friendlier. Surprising non?
Changing the subject slightly can I just say...
Sheffield Utd, you can fuck right off. You're stupid whiny pathetic cunts! Your fans are gullible cunts who've been sucked in by your constant rhetoric about how West Ham are cheats. That' all you do. Call us cheats. It's pathetic. It's juvenile, and it's tiresome. How about acquainting yourself with the facts from a source other than your own chairman or a redtop newspaper. Twats!
The French did their best to dispel a lot of myths about them. Their food's not great, they're not that good looking, and their fashion sense is hilarious. In a lot of ways they're just like us, but much much friendlier. Surprising non?
Changing the subject slightly can I just say...
Sheffield Utd, you can fuck right off. You're stupid whiny pathetic cunts! Your fans are gullible cunts who've been sucked in by your constant rhetoric about how West Ham are cheats. That' all you do. Call us cheats. It's pathetic. It's juvenile, and it's tiresome. How about acquainting yourself with the facts from a source other than your own chairman or a redtop newspaper. Twats!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I apologise to the entire internet
for the recent acute lack of swearage. I have been on holiday in French Franceland which meant I had to get on a plane which I hate. Really really really HATE!
I tell you what kids. Flying with a kid sitting on your lap is really no fun at all. You become acutely aware of all the people sitting around you when your nipper is having a total paddy cos he can't go where he wants. We were stuck on the ground at Stansted for 40 minutes dues to a power cut. It was hell. Absolute hell! The plane was hot, the little fella was grumpy as hell and I think I ground my teeth into pegs. He was great once we were in the air. In fact he absolutely loved flying, and landing. Showed me up something rotten by clapping and laughing and whoooping with joy when we were landing. I on the other hand was absolutely shiteing it. I hate flying. I'll post some pictures later and possibly some stuff about France if I ever get any spare time ever again.
In the meantime here's a word from our sponsors
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I tell you what kids. Flying with a kid sitting on your lap is really no fun at all. You become acutely aware of all the people sitting around you when your nipper is having a total paddy cos he can't go where he wants. We were stuck on the ground at Stansted for 40 minutes dues to a power cut. It was hell. Absolute hell! The plane was hot, the little fella was grumpy as hell and I think I ground my teeth into pegs. He was great once we were in the air. In fact he absolutely loved flying, and landing. Showed me up something rotten by clapping and laughing and whoooping with joy when we were landing. I on the other hand was absolutely shiteing it. I hate flying. I'll post some pictures later and possibly some stuff about France if I ever get any spare time ever again.
In the meantime here's a word from our sponsors
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Monday, May 28, 2007
A funny thing happened on the way to the supermarket
It really could only happen to me. Saturday morning I drive into my local Sainsburys to get some petrol. The car in front of me wants to turn left. I want to go straight on. So I go around the outside of the car in front by using an empty filter lane for oncoming traffic. The reason the filter lane's empty is because cars are queued all the way along beside it and there's a traffic island just where it begins. So I'm not getting in anyones way or impeding anyone's progress by overtaking the motor in front.
Unfortunately someone has decided that they don't want to have to get into the line of traffic and then have to wait for it to move past the traffic island so they can get into their filter lane. So they've driven down the wrong side of the road past the traffic island and come face to face with... Me!
So there I am I can't move forward because this fuckwad in an Audi (you're right Rol) has blocked the way. I can't move back as there's a car behind me still trying to turn left. So I stick my head out of the window (having wound it down) and tell the woman in the Audi to reverse.
'No, you reverse!'
I'm a little stunned, I point out that the road behind her is empty and I can't go anywhere.
No, you reverse!'
I point out that she's on the wrong side of the road after attempting a very cheeky manouvre, and that it really is down to her to back up.
'No, you reverse, your car is where I want to be'
So I laugh at the preposterous bollocks of the situation, she tries to turn right across the front of my car, there's nowhere for her to go. I tell her that if she intentionally hits my car I'll have her. I'm beginning to lose my rag now.
She carries on mouthing off at me through her windscreen and making shooing gestures, her son who's in the front seat has covered his eyes in embarrassment. I've had enough and get out of my car, go over to her window which she winds down and trying to keep my temper tell her to move backwards.
'If you were a gentleman you'd move backwards'
'I'm not a gentleman, and you're an appalling driver, move your car you're making yourself look a complete idiot'.
'No, you move!'
So I get back in my car, look at her through my windscreen and fold my arms.
She's still mouthing off at me so I plant a beautific smile on me mush, knowing that this will drive her nuts.
Eventually she puts her car in reverse, people in the queue of traffic on the other side are staring at her like she's some kind of loon, yet she can't help but continue slagging me off to the woman waiting to join the queue who has allowed her to reverse back. She's so intent on slagging me off that she's completely unaware of the bloke who's actually sitting in the queue that's allowing her space to pull in front of him.
So I have to stick my head out of my window again and tell her to concentrate on what's going on.
She pulls into the traffic, her window's still open so I wish her a lovely day and blow her a kiss.
She screws her face up and screams at me 'you're a horrible rude tosser and I hope you FUCKING DIE!'
I laughed... Right. In. Her. Face!
I'm amazed that I didn't swear at her. Not once.
In the afternoon me the Bread and the Little Fella drove out to the scary Fens to meet up with Jo and Ro at Jo's mum's place.
It was a bloody nice afternoon and the perfect antidote to an angsty morning. Cheers Jo. x :)
Unfortunately someone has decided that they don't want to have to get into the line of traffic and then have to wait for it to move past the traffic island so they can get into their filter lane. So they've driven down the wrong side of the road past the traffic island and come face to face with... Me!
So there I am I can't move forward because this fuckwad in an Audi (you're right Rol) has blocked the way. I can't move back as there's a car behind me still trying to turn left. So I stick my head out of the window (having wound it down) and tell the woman in the Audi to reverse.
'No, you reverse!'
I'm a little stunned, I point out that the road behind her is empty and I can't go anywhere.
No, you reverse!'
I point out that she's on the wrong side of the road after attempting a very cheeky manouvre, and that it really is down to her to back up.
'No, you reverse, your car is where I want to be'
So I laugh at the preposterous bollocks of the situation, she tries to turn right across the front of my car, there's nowhere for her to go. I tell her that if she intentionally hits my car I'll have her. I'm beginning to lose my rag now.
She carries on mouthing off at me through her windscreen and making shooing gestures, her son who's in the front seat has covered his eyes in embarrassment. I've had enough and get out of my car, go over to her window which she winds down and trying to keep my temper tell her to move backwards.
'If you were a gentleman you'd move backwards'
'I'm not a gentleman, and you're an appalling driver, move your car you're making yourself look a complete idiot'.
'No, you move!'
So I get back in my car, look at her through my windscreen and fold my arms.
She's still mouthing off at me so I plant a beautific smile on me mush, knowing that this will drive her nuts.
Eventually she puts her car in reverse, people in the queue of traffic on the other side are staring at her like she's some kind of loon, yet she can't help but continue slagging me off to the woman waiting to join the queue who has allowed her to reverse back. She's so intent on slagging me off that she's completely unaware of the bloke who's actually sitting in the queue that's allowing her space to pull in front of him.
So I have to stick my head out of my window again and tell her to concentrate on what's going on.
She pulls into the traffic, her window's still open so I wish her a lovely day and blow her a kiss.
She screws her face up and screams at me 'you're a horrible rude tosser and I hope you FUCKING DIE!'
I laughed... Right. In. Her. Face!
I'm amazed that I didn't swear at her. Not once.
In the afternoon me the Bread and the Little Fella drove out to the scary Fens to meet up with Jo and Ro at Jo's mum's place.
It was a bloody nice afternoon and the perfect antidote to an angsty morning. Cheers Jo. x :)
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Joy
Playing Star Wars Lego II (The original trilogy) on the Gamecube is even more faboo than playing Star Wars Lego. What a fucking ace game! Pisses all over the DS version.
I may be some time.
I may be some time.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Defending John Sweeny
I caught a report on the breakfast news about this Now I saw the footage that was on youtube and all I can say is well done John Sweeny. The guy he gives the hairdryer treatment too had been doing exactly the same thing to Sweeny.
If you watch the documentary you'll see Sweeny ask the Scientoligist (a fake religion whose weaker minded disciples truly belive an alien called Xenu transported another race of aliens called thetans and killed them by dumping them into a volcano!)about how he feels when his 'religion' is described as a sinister cult? At which point the interviewee 'rewinds' the question and starts shouting, literally shouting into the reporters face. If it had been me I'd have been shouting right back at him. John Sweeny shows remarkable restraint in keeping a lid on things for an entire week, and if you watch the youtube clip you'll see that in between the hairdryer blasts Sweeny speaks very softly as if to say 'now how does that feel?'
It's obvious that the scientoligists set out to discredit Sweeny they probably posted the clip on youtube while Sweeny and the Scientology guy were apologising to each other. It's not a religion it's a way for some very shady people to make money out of the gullible. Only the foolish rich could possibly think enlightenment is a commodity. For further information on Scientology please watch the South Park episode called Trapped In The Closet, it's funny as fuck and will tell you all you need to know about Scientology!:D
If you watch the documentary you'll see Sweeny ask the Scientoligist (a fake religion whose weaker minded disciples truly belive an alien called Xenu transported another race of aliens called thetans and killed them by dumping them into a volcano!)about how he feels when his 'religion' is described as a sinister cult? At which point the interviewee 'rewinds' the question and starts shouting, literally shouting into the reporters face. If it had been me I'd have been shouting right back at him. John Sweeny shows remarkable restraint in keeping a lid on things for an entire week, and if you watch the youtube clip you'll see that in between the hairdryer blasts Sweeny speaks very softly as if to say 'now how does that feel?'
It's obvious that the scientoligists set out to discredit Sweeny they probably posted the clip on youtube while Sweeny and the Scientology guy were apologising to each other. It's not a religion it's a way for some very shady people to make money out of the gullible. Only the foolish rich could possibly think enlightenment is a commodity. For further information on Scientology please watch the South Park episode called Trapped In The Closet, it's funny as fuck and will tell you all you need to know about Scientology!:D
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Today-Yesterday-Tomorrow
Today I had to leave work at half ten. The Little Fella has Chicken-Pox
Yesterday I nearly cycled full pelt into a swarm of bees that was about 7 foot round.
That's a lot of bees.
Tomorrow I'm home all day with a poorly Little Fella.
Send me booze!
Yesterday I nearly cycled full pelt into a swarm of bees that was about 7 foot round.
That's a lot of bees.
Tomorrow I'm home all day with a poorly Little Fella.
Send me booze!
Look Out... Toynami!!!
Spider-Man 3 sneaky peaky minimates
Marvel Minimates wave 14 (X3)
DC Minimates wave 3
GEEKGASM!!!
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The tooth, the whole tooth
Nah, didn't get yanked. Thought it would have been but the Dennis decided to rebuild it and thankfully it all seems okay now. I'm going to drum into the kid how important it is to look after one's gob'ole, British Dentistry is the only thing that makes Septics feel superior to us. :D
On the subject of the little fella, he's starting to come out with words. He's been saying 'hiya' for ages but now he says 'Bu-bye', and also 'I go' when we're leaving somewhere. Last night he rammed his walker truck into the Breadknifes legs, tried to push it a couple more times and then exclaimed 'Not Go!'
It's sickeningly cute and I'm inordinately proud of him, probably a lot more proud than I will be when he shouts 'fuck' for the first time. I just know I'm going to be the one getting the daggers, I try so very hard not to swear around him but it's not easy when you're driving.
On the subject of the little fella, he's starting to come out with words. He's been saying 'hiya' for ages but now he says 'Bu-bye', and also 'I go' when we're leaving somewhere. Last night he rammed his walker truck into the Breadknifes legs, tried to push it a couple more times and then exclaimed 'Not Go!'
It's sickeningly cute and I'm inordinately proud of him, probably a lot more proud than I will be when he shouts 'fuck' for the first time. I just know I'm going to be the one getting the daggers, I try so very hard not to swear around him but it's not easy when you're driving.
Friday, April 27, 2007
In celebration of British Dentistry
I lost a fucking great chunk of one of me teeth last night. Well... When I say I lost it I mean it isn't attached to the rest of the tooth. I still have the chunk. Fucking thing.
I've been going back and forth to my dentist for years with this tooth. I had a root canal a few years back (it fucking hurt, lots) and it's never been right since. I was last there two weeks ago getting a hairline crack filled. That's £16.00 down the tube then. I think it's going to have to come out. Can't see what else can be done. The entire side has broken off and all I have is a big mass of exposed filling. It's sensitive and hurty. I'm off to the dentists soon. A world of pain awaits.
I've been going back and forth to my dentist for years with this tooth. I had a root canal a few years back (it fucking hurt, lots) and it's never been right since. I was last there two weeks ago getting a hairline crack filled. That's £16.00 down the tube then. I think it's going to have to come out. Can't see what else can be done. The entire side has broken off and all I have is a big mass of exposed filling. It's sensitive and hurty. I'm off to the dentists soon. A world of pain awaits.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
My apple tree hates me.
And who can blame it? Seeing as it's gone from being the vibrant example of verdant loveliness you see here
(being thoroughly enjoyed by Isis) to this...
It had to be done. The fucking thing was well out of control and hadn't been pruned at all in the eight years I've been here. Probably hadn't been pruned for at least ten years prior to us moving in. I did find evidence of someone else's pruning but there wasn't much of it.
Didn't really have a clue what I was doing which is pretty shocking considering I spent something like 12 years being paid to be a gardener. In my defence the Tories swingeing cuts and compulsory competitive tendering had pretty much put paid to any kind of formal training. Pruning was mainly done in the winter by using a hedgecutter!
Fucking hard work though, especially considering that after hacking the poor thing to pieces I then had to cut all the main branches into 1 foot lengths (for firewood next year) and break all the twigs into sizes suitable for kindling wood. Trouble is I can't use the wood for at least a year, so I still have to pay some fucker for wood or coal this winter.
Don't think Isis is too pleased either. How's she going to launch stealth attacks on the local fauna now?
She looks well grumpy to me.
(being thoroughly enjoyed by Isis) to this...
It had to be done. The fucking thing was well out of control and hadn't been pruned at all in the eight years I've been here. Probably hadn't been pruned for at least ten years prior to us moving in. I did find evidence of someone else's pruning but there wasn't much of it.
Didn't really have a clue what I was doing which is pretty shocking considering I spent something like 12 years being paid to be a gardener. In my defence the Tories swingeing cuts and compulsory competitive tendering had pretty much put paid to any kind of formal training. Pruning was mainly done in the winter by using a hedgecutter!
Fucking hard work though, especially considering that after hacking the poor thing to pieces I then had to cut all the main branches into 1 foot lengths (for firewood next year) and break all the twigs into sizes suitable for kindling wood. Trouble is I can't use the wood for at least a year, so I still have to pay some fucker for wood or coal this winter.
Don't think Isis is too pleased either. How's she going to launch stealth attacks on the local fauna now?
She looks well grumpy to me.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Slumped
I have run out of words. I cannot be arsed to post. I don't know if that comes from tiredness or general despondency.
Work sucks. Really sucks. I find myself taking the blame for other people and their lack of responsibility. It's very hard to remain polite to inbred scumbags while they're telling you how much better things were before we took over their buying. Strange how we hear how much better we are from near enough everyone else we speak to, yet someone who refuses to accept they fucked up thinks they can just abuse me, and try to intimidate me for doing my job properly and daring to actually attempt to fix her fuck-up. I hope she dies of cancer. That's not a flippant comment. I genuinely hope she does.
Little Fella's still teething and having a rotten time of it. I think he's up to about fifty seven of them by now. Still at least he'll have a nice smile. We had some friends over for a little BBQ on Easter Monday, that was actually quite spiffing though a tad stressful as it was the first time I'd 'catered'. :D I'm just relieved they've not got food poisoning. Mind you I've not heard from them since early afternoon. I hope they're okay!
Today I woke up with a lump of wax rattling around inside my right ear. It's very annoying and I've named it cunty as it's a bit of a cunt. I hate earwax.
Work sucks. Really sucks. I find myself taking the blame for other people and their lack of responsibility. It's very hard to remain polite to inbred scumbags while they're telling you how much better things were before we took over their buying. Strange how we hear how much better we are from near enough everyone else we speak to, yet someone who refuses to accept they fucked up thinks they can just abuse me, and try to intimidate me for doing my job properly and daring to actually attempt to fix her fuck-up. I hope she dies of cancer. That's not a flippant comment. I genuinely hope she does.
Little Fella's still teething and having a rotten time of it. I think he's up to about fifty seven of them by now. Still at least he'll have a nice smile. We had some friends over for a little BBQ on Easter Monday, that was actually quite spiffing though a tad stressful as it was the first time I'd 'catered'. :D I'm just relieved they've not got food poisoning. Mind you I've not heard from them since early afternoon. I hope they're okay!
Today I woke up with a lump of wax rattling around inside my right ear. It's very annoying and I've named it cunty as it's a bit of a cunt. I hate earwax.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Muriel Kwality!
Saw this a couple of weeks ago and have been dying for a chance to snap it.
At first I was disappointed to see it was printed out on sheets of A4, but then realised just how much work would have gone into pasting the thing up. It really does look ace. Shame the weather's getting to it though.
Monday, March 26, 2007
I dunno...
You wait a year for some DC minimates to come along and then two waves turn up at once.
These arrived today. They is ace. I love minimates. :)
These arrived today. They is ace. I love minimates. :)
Thursday, March 22, 2007
It wasn't me!
Reading Annie Slaminsky’s latest post reminded me of something…
A few years back I was working at a large hospital somewhere in the east of england. It was a shit job, but the team I worked with were generally up for a laugh which helped make the days more bearable. Up until then I’d always done outdoors type manly jobs and the tradition at Christmas was to go out have a meal, and then drink as much alcohol as is humanly possible. It was fun.
So due to being a bit manly I’d never been involved in the bran tub/Secret santa thing before, and was a bit bemused by the whole thing. I ended up having to buy something for the woman who organised it all. She was a fat bird so I bought her some chocolate! No rubbish mind, they were belgian via a factory somewhere in Norfolk.
Come the day of the opening, everyone assembled in the office (including big big boss; A woman detested by all) The tub is delved into and pressies distributed. I got a very nice pen. No really it was quite smart. Fat bird was pleased with her chocolates too. It got to our not so big boss. (not the big big boss) Now our not so big boss was quite a nice lady. A few years older than me, but from fairly close to where I grew up so we kind of got on because we were both outsiders. It also helped that her Dad was like meself a fan of the Irons. not so big Boss lady opens her present, I can’t see what she’s got cos I’m right over the other side of the office but she looks quite shocked. Big Big Boss has a face like thunder. You could see the veins in the side of her head start to pulse as she demanded to know who’d sent it. Sly grins started to appear on the faces of the people closest to the boss. Not so big Boss stammers that she’s sure it was meant to be funny but she doesn’t really find it so. Then I realise everyone’s looking at me. I don’t even know what it is. So I ask. Big Big Boss’s mouth goes all pursed resembling nothing more than a cats arse.
I suppose really, that if my mate from the stores had given it some serious consideration he wouldn’t have bought our boss a stress reliever for her Bran tub pressie. Or at least if he’d really thought about it he wouldn’t have bought her one that looked like an anatomically correct 9” cock!
I was really fucked off that they all thought it was me. I bought a fat bird some choc!
A few years back I was working at a large hospital somewhere in the east of england. It was a shit job, but the team I worked with were generally up for a laugh which helped make the days more bearable. Up until then I’d always done outdoors type manly jobs and the tradition at Christmas was to go out have a meal, and then drink as much alcohol as is humanly possible. It was fun.
So due to being a bit manly I’d never been involved in the bran tub/Secret santa thing before, and was a bit bemused by the whole thing. I ended up having to buy something for the woman who organised it all. She was a fat bird so I bought her some chocolate! No rubbish mind, they were belgian via a factory somewhere in Norfolk.
Come the day of the opening, everyone assembled in the office (including big big boss; A woman detested by all) The tub is delved into and pressies distributed. I got a very nice pen. No really it was quite smart. Fat bird was pleased with her chocolates too. It got to our not so big boss. (not the big big boss) Now our not so big boss was quite a nice lady. A few years older than me, but from fairly close to where I grew up so we kind of got on because we were both outsiders. It also helped that her Dad was like meself a fan of the Irons. not so big Boss lady opens her present, I can’t see what she’s got cos I’m right over the other side of the office but she looks quite shocked. Big Big Boss has a face like thunder. You could see the veins in the side of her head start to pulse as she demanded to know who’d sent it. Sly grins started to appear on the faces of the people closest to the boss. Not so big Boss stammers that she’s sure it was meant to be funny but she doesn’t really find it so. Then I realise everyone’s looking at me. I don’t even know what it is. So I ask. Big Big Boss’s mouth goes all pursed resembling nothing more than a cats arse.
I suppose really, that if my mate from the stores had given it some serious consideration he wouldn’t have bought our boss a stress reliever for her Bran tub pressie. Or at least if he’d really thought about it he wouldn’t have bought her one that looked like an anatomically correct 9” cock!
I was really fucked off that they all thought it was me. I bought a fat bird some choc!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Enough of the whingey bollocks then!
Thanks for that Furtive! :p
I have reasons to be cheerful
I have Battlestar Galactica Minimates.
FABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I have reasons to be cheerful
I have Battlestar Galactica Minimates.
FABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
frenetic
It's not that my life is dull really. I just seem to struggle with finding the time to post. Little fella has been a bit up and down too, which does tend to take up most of your time and energy. Poor little sod had his MMR last week and then had some kind of reaction (I think) a couple of days later. That culminated in me having to take Friday off with zero notice to look after him. I might work for a cunty organisation but thank fuck I have an understanding manager. On top of all that over the weekend we had the joys of not one, not two, not even three, but six! Yes, count em. Six new teeth trying to make an appearance in the little fella's gob'ole. This was not fun. In fact this lead to one of the worst weekends either of us has ever had. Screaming, tantrums, painkillers doing fuck all. This started in the early hours of Sunday morning and didn't let up until Tuesday.It was sheer undiluted mental torture, can't describe the relief I felt on Tuesday when we realised we were over the worst of it. I tell you what, if you're thinking of having a little bundle of joy of your own you better make sure you've got a damn fine support network around you. Unlike me!
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