Showing posts with label curse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label curse. Show all posts

Friday, 16 July 2010

The curse of the mummy (in-law)

I've had a busy day today. Isn't that always the case when you have a day off from work? I did the morning school run as usual. In fact this was easier as Mrs NB was up and out early so the mini me's were ready for school handy today. It was pouring down when we went to school to the point that I put my umbrella up. Swampy on a protest sees more daylight than my umbrella, yes even in this rain sodden land we call England.

It was the summer fair at school today so lessons finished at 2.00pm for pandemonium to break loose and every child and parent to be concertinaed into the playground area after the sun decided to put his sou'wester on and chase away the clouds. Miraculously I came away with some of my spending money in tact, primarily due to the great British tradition of queueing. This meant that we were only able to take part in a limited number of specially selected activities. How does the queue for the bottle tombola get to be the only man made structure visible from the moon? The mini me's got to tell Mrs NB that they bought this and won that and still have the temerity to ask for pocket money before bedtime.