and b*llocks was my response….. ~ northernmum
Picture this… Its hot in the city, the pavements sizzle in the enjoyment of the rare glare of sunshine. The five of us walk through the streets of London shouting …
Harry Potter
Just wait until your father gets home
Tonight was a turning point for me, I surprised and disappointed myself, I used the ultimate ridiculous threat. Twin boy and I had a falling out. He was so naughty …
Sorry to bother you Santa…
Dear Santa,
How you doing old man?
Stressed I imagine? I have to say respect to you for still managing to ho, ho, ho throughout December. If I were you I would send all these letters back return to sender. How often do you get mail January to November and then suddenly everyone wants a piece of you when the snow starts to fall. And does anyone, apart from meals on wheels, ever pop in to see how you are doing? It must be lonely since Mrs Claus ran off with that elf.