Getting Bagged At School


Every single thing I produced in art class at school, bar one complaint attracting exception, ended up in the bin because they were rubbish.

And it seems Master7 is a chip off the ol’ block.

“He’s really upset,” Tracey told me when I arrived home from school.

Well, we can’t have that now, can we.

Scooby Snacks


Now before I go any further I just want to mention Tracey is horrified I’m even telling you this story. I got it past the censors on the proviso I make things all right by the end of the post and the blame for any bits which might cause condescending frowns lands squarely in my lap. You know, the usual.