Not The Reaction I Expected
byI think I might be confusing my five year old daughter when I explain things to her.
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A Freak Gasoline Fright Accident
byEven when I stop the bus, it turns out I can’t relax for a minute.
Love Is In The Air
byFirst things first, I think it’s important I point out right from the start Tracey knows I’m writing this. You’ll see why.
Clearing The Air
bySometimes the best news is the last thing you’d expect.
I Smell A Rat
byI learn something about chairs. I might ask Miss7 to show her mother tonight.
Our Salsa Recipe…For Disaster
by“Oh. My. God!” said Tracey suddenly. She cupped her mouth and a horrid sort of look appeared on her face. Something was majorly wrong…
When Two Idiots Meet
byI have a habit of making a bit of an idiot of myself wherever I go, be it parties, work or even to a petrol station.
I Get Booted Out Of The Bedroom
byEvery three months or so my wife spring cleans the house and my role, during this mass exodus of stuff to the dump, is to place myself between my wife and the wheely bin and try to save as much of my crap as I can.