I am currently consoling my mother after attending another funeral today - one eyes on here mortal smoking in the other room - the other is on here eating me tea / typing this Funerals ill say again
Its not me that needs looking after, its her - proper clip. Cant handle her all day sessions anymore, more so on days like this - its like hide and seek cos i know the tab is gonna end up either on the bench in the kitchen or on the living room carpet. Ohhh i have the joys of a wedding of a member of my clampet family on my dads side to tomorrow North Shields / Longbenton / Four Lane Ends bender - how many bottles of dog before i start on my old man as well :evil: I wonder if he will recognise me as its been about a year the fucking fat ****.
Will come pick you up m8 if things get on top of ya, just giz a bell and the tribal taxi will be screeching to a halt loaded with the broon dog