Mum's make us boys fat
Sometimes, you just can't win. Like the other night, I've gone to the match with my brother, had a burger, beer etc etc.
Anyway, we get home and brother is making a chicken burger. He asks if I want one, I politely decline and that's the end of that ....... you'd have thought. Enter "Mum"
Mum: Not having anything to eat?
Me: No thanks
Mum: Quick snack?
Me: No, I'm fine, really, thanks
Mum: how about a sandwich?
Me: Seriously, I'm fine.
Mum: I have some ham ??
Me: Honest mum I don't want anything.
Mum: But I forgot your brother was off work and started to make his lunch. I've already buttered some rolls
Me: Mum, please - I DON'T WANT a sandwich
[30 second pause]
Mum: Bit of cheese?
Me: For God's sake, that's it, you've won I'll have a bloody sandwich!
and if it couldn't get any worse.......
Brother: What's wrong with my chicken burgers??!!??
Tribute to Fergie
Morning Toast fans
You may or may not know this, but last yeat my best friend decided to buy me a hamster for my birthday. Not that I wanted a pet or anything, but, and I quote, "because it will do my head in."
And so - Fergie was born. (named after that should-be royal, Alex).
Cutting to the chase, shed died last weekend. I now feel slightly guilty about the fact that I once managed to boot her hamster ball accross the kitchen floor (when she was in it.) And before you all go RSPCA on me - it was an accident.
I also feel a tad guilty about dropping her that time and she didn't move for a whole minute.
So what to do? After this very generous present (costing me about £200 in cage upgrades, food, bedding, toys etc. - cheers Jonny), I'm suddenly left with this hole in my life. How do I fill it?
Like a plum I go and buy another. Now I need your help. What to call her (yes, she's a she).
So far the only name I've got is "little sod" as that's what I shouted when she bit me.
I look forward to your comments.....
