A rebel without a clue.

Please Mum no more cheap toliet paper, the stuff my index finger goes straight through ain't glamourous. Back to marigold andrex. 'Hey look! There goes the durex dog' said my sister at Wetherby Show in about 1980. Durex/Dulux/Andrex. Silver Dog is asleep paw on my shin bone like a hand in my hand...yawn yawn. Me tired too, but eaten so much shite today. I'm loaded with MSG and transfats; cool huh?

I got up fairly easily at 7:45am. After bathing I watered my pinto bean sprouts and washed my black eyed beans. Angry and frustrated by 9am. Felt i couldn't get into the day. Took full bin bag out(again)...with neighbours. Got to street lane. Told help the aged I wouldn't really be able to make any other day than Saturday; will be in a 1pm all being well. Popped to Starbucks to kill an hour: got a really good book by Stephen Baxter( Timelike Infinity ) from the Beige-ists. Ran and caught number 12 outside Flying pizza. Arrived at surgery for 11am. Waiting Room No. 2: Mum, dad and out of control child. Sat down reading for 15 minutes, but then dreadlocked child climbed in my space; told parents. All the waiting room and decided to climb on my lap. What am i meant to do/say? 'can you keep your child out of my space?' She thought I was moody,'he's only a child!' Grumpy: you're his mother be more assertive. The father looked at me daggers: i couldn't ...