Daughters are funny things aren’t they – I’ve had two now for over twenty years and they still give me a laugh.
Yesterday Lizzie sent me a text message that said
I’ll be ringing you in an hour to tell you 2 shit stories
I sent one back saying
why are we waiting an hour – insert scared face here
But there was no reply – I just had to wait out the hour. I was painting at the time so I had the whole hour to imagine what it might be. Nothing life threatening I presumed so something to do with her job maybe or a friend or her father or her siblings or her new car.
Turns out that some cockhead (her word although I had to agree) tried to smash-up her old car on the weekend – kicked off the side mirror and kicked in the door when it was parked on the street overnight. How fortuitous that at that very moment (3am) two of her friends were walking past and saw it happening and went over and gave the guy a stern talking to and gently persuaded him to give them his name and phone number. Anyway she was pretty pissed off because she was going to try to sell it the next day but now it has to go in for repairs. Cockhead.
Can’t tell you the second shit thing sorry because it was someone elses business.
WTF – those recommended tags WP give you are really messed up!!