Saturday, September 02, 2006

Day 13.2

A car just reversed into me. A weird experience having a large, uncontrollable (it was driven by a 1000 year old man – no judgment, but seriously they should strip old, blind people of their licenses) hunk of metal into your knee – forcing your knee joint to bend in the opposite direction it is supposed to. Bloody hell.

That newsflash trumped the entrance of Boris (Junior) 3 into the house. He is (Junior) because he is smaller than the other two that have graced my presence.

Dear God, please can you banish all eight legged beast into the fiery pits of hell, and while you’re at it – old crumbly drivers that shouldn’t be reversing, never mind going forwards?

I knew it was a good day to cry.


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