Sunday, 3 April 2016

Feets, Feets, Feets

"...so I said to Rita, 'I'm not sharing a bed with you and those mucky feets!' and she said 'Oh, OK then'. And that's when she shut me outside."

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  1. Auntie Jane (It is official!)3 April 2016 at 12:56

    Ah, yes, the old problem with the ultimatum. It is often not the winning strategy one would expect.

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