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... He finds himself picking chicken curry out of somebody else's ear...
... His Saturday begins at 5.45am...
... Bedtime negotiations begin by trading a toothbrush for a moose...
... Despite his red/brown colourblindness, he's checking stools for blood...
... Picking somebody else's nose and biting their nails becomes infinitely more socially acceptable than picking and biting your own...
... The washing-up bowl he has his hands in suddenly reveals a rubber duck in the Queen's Guard uniform swimming in it...
... He can state categorically that 'stacking cup number 6' is on the bouncy chair in the kitchen from thirty-two miles away...