Saturday, 14 March 2015

Flowers

There was a knock on the door earlier, I answered it to find a firefighter on my doorstep, he was carrying flowers and a box of chocolates.
My next door neighbour nearly wet herself, 'Oooh my favourite fantasy' she gushed.
My poor son just looked embarrassed. 
'Happy mothers day for tomorrow' he said.

No comments:

Another bone of contention

This time about the parking spaces. There are enough for everybody but some people think they are entitled to park at the end of the jetty ...