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Shit Weekend

Got left "home alone" for four hours on Saturday whilst me Mum & Dad sloped off to the pub to celebrate the end of the school holidays. Six o'clock it was when I got me tea. Six o'stinking clock. Then forced to walk all the way into town on Sunday morning to pick up the car. Even a game of "itchy and scratchy" and "zig zag" en-route failed to lift my spirits. Then to cap the whole sorry episode was made to wait until six o'clock again for me tea on Sunday as they seem to have come up with the crazy notion that I shouldn't be entitled to two teas any more, the tight bastards. My own tea first, followed by a large helping of whatever they're having. If we had a cat I'd kick it. On second thoughts though I might be better off eating it. Kit-e-mince. Yum yum. Pooh count: just the one, I'm running on empty as they say.

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