tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post6382978670281254765..comments2024-03-22T06:53:58.375+00:00Comments on When I'm King: Hearth and HomeBatsbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426643733506493701noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-79953499515323376142014-06-08T01:19:39.102+01:002014-06-08T01:19:39.102+01:00Yeah, bloody kids. Mine never want to leave. What ...Yeah, bloody kids. Mine never want to leave. What happened to the concept of kids looking after their parents in their dotage? Instead I’ve ended up with a great lump in a hoody who sits on the sofa all day eating chips and drinking my beer. The other day his hoody fell off and I realised he wasn't my son after all. No great surprise I suppose as I’ve never had kids. It makes me seethe, it really does. If it wasn’t for my new medication, I swear I would be out and about burning stuff. Flaxen Saxonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03431645401478120921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-90942884189696935152014-06-04T15:04:53.282+01:002014-06-04T15:04:53.282+01:00Ah statistics.... The devil's in the details.Ah statistics.... The devil's in the details.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13845113520987402425noreply@blogger.com