I don’t understand panic-buying, I don’t understand hoarding, I don’t understand victimising others, I don’t understand human beings at all. I just don’t get it. I’m as rebellious as the next person, in my own way, but if you’re told by health experts to stay indoors because you could catch a viral infection that has the potential to kill you and your loved ones, you stay the hell indoors.
Category Archives: The Devil’s Spawn
Irony, Online Education & Returning To Normal
These past few days with the children have been interesting. Every morning from 8.30am until 12pm they’ve attended school via Google Classroom, interacted with their tutors over Google Meet and even managed to get ahead of their classwork.
Genealogy, The Mommy & Predatory Monopoly… Again.!
We played Monopoly with the kids again last night… and this time the girl child cried. I went in with a bang, with double six, double four and double two… bought the properties I landed on, then went to jail… no problem… I left them standing. 😀
Matters Of Communication & The Wrong Shoes
We chatted about the wedding, travel plans and social commitments that are causing me a great deal of stress, and my hopes to see my son when we get to the UK.
Coffee Maid, Facial Cesspit & Over-Sensitivity, Perhaps.?
The boy child is already well aware that being willing to make the coffee is going to bite him on the ass… When I asked for volunteers, his sister pretended not to hear me… she’s a smart girl sometimes…
Predatory Monopoly: Observe, Target and Destroy
He feels anyone not playing the game his way is not playing the game properly, so are holding him back. I’m a predatory player. The first time, I’ll observe my opponents and how they play.
Monopoly, Burns & ‘Surprise’ Tattoos
…he’s already gone and had two tattoos done by her without giving me a say in it and now he expects me to allow her to ink me without having a say.
Carnival Food, Bathroom Scales & A Comedic Teenager
All of which came after the HUGE apricot jam doughnuts and cappuccinos, and then there was home made waffles and sweet rosé wine.
Big Boobs, Carnival & The Mommy
The problem with being shaped like an upside down pear is that you have to wear tops and blouses and dresses to fit your bust, not your body.
Monday
Wish my neighbours would bugger off and annoy the German’s; they’re at it again, screaming and fighting with each other and slamming doors.
Dear Diary... 