This is me
I thought it might be time for a picture of myself, as everyone surely wants to see who they're reading about? Well I do, and hardly anyone obliges.
And this is what evenings are like in the house of mayhem. Running and wriggling and devilish red eyes.
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Well you see, the Witness Ptrotection people are very keen that I retain some semblance of anonymity.
Was it truely night crazies? Or just a little night madness?
you look just how I remember you when you were 16 (i spose i have run into you in glassons since then but pah)
whilst reminising (spelling?) do you know that I always think of you when someone makes rhubarb stuff coz you made a rhubarb pie at my dads house and it was the first time I had heard of it, aw.
Rosie you gorgeous thing. I remember well you being gorgeous, and all I remember cooking is lemon sago, and I remember lots of playing tetris and listening to Van Morrison. It was a lovely time.
Jealous of your lovely chair. Please can I come and sit on it and have Mrs R rub my feet?
Goodness. As long as I don't have to rub your feet, you're welcome anytime. Lattes a nice little bonus of visiting experience. Of course you'd have to put up with 3 year old and 1 year old and whatever your girls are (4 and 2?) jumping on you and making the chair slide.
OR. Get your mother to look after all the children while we get drunk. NICE.
mmm lemon sago, mmmm tetris...
i too love the chair AND especially love the lamp behind you, love those lamps, want one. Is it going on trade me?
Sorry dear. Even though the lamp is being slowly destroyed by children, it ain't for sale.
The chair on the other hand, was bought on trade me. You just never know what you might find.
Actually I saw some rip-offs of it for sale in Christchurch. quite cheap.
4 and 2 is right but my mother would not survive the night with them. Like a vaccination, she needs several small doses over a few months to build up her immunity. Leaving her alone and unvaccinated right now would be like exposing her to Ebola, all blood and tears.....
I'm sure she would disagree. Most mothers claim that raising us has prepared anything we can throw at them.
My mother is an unusual case. It is a genuine miracle that my brother and I actually survived childhood (in Africa that). My bruv was once left at a petrol station in lieu of payment as she had forgotten her purse and I was nearly kidnapped after being left alone in a car in a market in Nairobi. It has made me a tad sensitive with my kids....
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