In the continuing saga of 'the wrong trousers' (eat your heart out Nick Park), my mum swapped the pair that didn't fit for one that did. Good job too, as I needed them for the award evenings at school where I picked up my cup for Reliability. In a brief moment of smugness, just between my diary and me you understand, I noted, 'aren't I clever.' No hint of irony. I also noted that my foot was better too.
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