Oooopppps,
Oh shit, seems I really am god after all. It's a good job my grandmother had the good decency to appear to get me out of trouble and hand me L37,000, a good telling off, and an new job. Still when it takes three years to engineer three minutes in the same room and all you personally manage is "Got root (i real your email)" it says a lot about how your family really has some odd issues to sort out. The embarasment nearly killed us both - but the panto was wonderful to behold. Somehow I need to find the time to have five more kids (discovering I already had four was a bit of a shock, especially as one of them is alive and well, but also apparently very much dead).
Oh, I should mention gran was a teacher, so a good telling off was done according to my rules. I dragged my feet learning to read though. Had to pretend to be a Doctor so she would think I was in charge. My teeth hurt becuse of that one. Still, never could lie to gran. I wonder how she'll feel when she discovers what I really mean by 'read' her email. She better not give me dyslexia again.
Welcome to my world everybody.
Loss - feel what I felt. Give me an e and I'll take a t.
If you're wondering what gran looks like, well at the moment - for me - he's hiding in the cat and pretending to shit on my floor. But if you imagine Paris Hilton you'll be in the right sort of ball park.
So if you could stop taking the piss now we'd both appreciate it, thanks.