Mum has a cold. Not flu or anything, just the bog standard human common cold.
You wouldn't guess it by the way she's acting. She spends most of the time sprawled in bed sniffling and moaning, meaning she hasn't been able to go shopping and we've run out of nice food. I have been eating rat nuggets for four days straight!
Harden the squeak up, mum. I need my cereal.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
when mum leaves us rubbish food we thow it on the floor....that usually does the trick!
Post a Comment