I see you

I went into my son’s bedroom yesterday and it wasn’t the tears that scared me or what he said.  It was the look of hopelessness on his face.  I felt my heart stop beating.  “Please no, not you too,” I said in my head.  Please don’t have a brilliant soul that comes with a price…

My Blueberry Butt

I was contacted by a very cheery chappy recently who advised me that I should warn people about the content of my posts.  I felt like saying to him, why the fuck do you want to read something that offends you?  Not only do you choose to read something that offends you, you then take…

I hate poo

I hate poo.  I really fucking hate it.   It used to shit me to tears when those Stepford mothers would smile and say, “Oh you don’t mind at all when it is your own child.”  Are you shitting me?  When Archie or Rissie first did that black tar creation after they had been home for a…