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mon père just whipped out a notepad from his pocket on the sofa looking like inspector gadget (he doesnt have a pocket attatched to the sofa, he wass sitting on the sofa, the pocket is on his trousers dimwits. and plus, since when did he carry around a notepad?!). ANYWAY. he whipped it out (oo-er) and started raving on about how much more work he has to do on our new kitchen. im not gonna lie, it went on for about fourty years. more or less anyway. i kept up my best impression of 'yes i am listening dad and yes i am finding what youre saying interesting' which seemed to work up until the point i zoned out when he started shouting at me and asked if i was 'paying attention' - of course i wasnt you idiot. what sixteen year old girl wants to know about kitchen installations, do be serious!

strange goings on in this household.

me thinks its time for a bit of ndubz.. dont diss my taste in music, i like to think of it as being diverse and multicultural, i listen to anything and everything (my tastes in music vary, mainly from the english and american regions of the world - see it is multicultural)! apart from my sister sophie's singing in the shower and her bedroom. her rendition of taylor swift's 'love story' is truely awful, its a wonder i dont hear dogs yelping in the background from severe ear pains.

over and out peeps, ciaooo
xoxo