Someone needs to give the boys who have decided to repeatedly kick a soccer (oops, 'scuse me -- foot) ball at the church/science discovery centre wall a very large beating. It is annoying the experience of my dinner.
However, as there is a small herd of them huddled vulture-like on top of the tomb, I think it had best not be me.
It will be so nice when I have my IKEA table and chair and can go out with my tea and knitting and glare malevolently at them like the 83-year-old biddy I am inside.
Monday 9 July 2007
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There are so many of us that are old fuddy duddies inside. I am another who thinks that they were not supposed to be born in the modern era and as a result are far too old fashioned for their age.
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