I had a happy childhood - my Dad would put me inside a tyre and roll me down a hill.
They were Goodyears.
Or a dying JW!What goes "ding dong.......ding dong", in a mournful wailing tone of voice?
A dying Avon Lady.
Yes I got one as did all my neighbours, handwritten three sides sent through the post and the lady even included her mobile number – I was so tempted! But no leave them alone in their little crazy bubble.Funnily enough, we've just had an invite through the door - "Dear neighbour" (!) to a 3 day event that our local ....erm.... ones are holding at their kingdom hall.
Three days!
Suspect I'll be washing my hair! Or watching the football! Or Wimbledon!
(****ing anything!)
Do you really believe that?Thanks, never thought of them - I don't get 'em anymore since telling them 'I'm an atheist!'
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