In our house at the moment it seems like everyone has got the ‘Hump’. Mini frog has it with the frequency of a pre-teen. I know it is true, because more often than not my (and I don’t think unreasonable) requests to ‘get dressed for school’ or 'come and eat your cornflakes' are met with retorts such as ‘no’ or ‘Eddy is busy',or sometimes he just gives me a look, of which I am in no doubt whatsoever that if he had the vocabulary of a pre-teen he would say ‘piss of mother and just leave me in peace to brumm my tractors', and then he turns away and carries on brumming.
The cat also has the 'Hump'. Since I have blocked up her secret trap door to the attic, where I suspect she does nothing other than while away her time sleeping in warmth and peace away from Mini frog, or doing a sneaky wee in the corner, she just stares me out with her yellow eyes, or else sulks.
Mr Frog also has the 'Hump', which I am sure has something to do with the fact that since New Years Eve I have withdrawn all conjugals. This is due to a couple of ‘incidents’ which occurred over the holiday period, mainly involving drink (his drinking I hasten to add) and when ‘the’ brain cell must have also been on holiday.
As for me? oh boy! oh boy! have I got the 'Hump'
my life, my loves, and my frogs
1 comment:
Oh dear, hope your hump gets better soon!! Lovely blog post, I can picture it all!! xx
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