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Sunday, November 07, 2004
Gonna kill Terence
This is Terence. He’s a ginger digger and a good friend of Thomas.
Terence - evil, road-digging cunt.
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This morning, Sunday, 7.55am, our flat started rattling as thunder rippled through it. This came from outside as some huge machinery ploughed into the usually quiet street – breaking the concrete and my lie-in-bed™ into pieces. The windows in the kitchen rattled and, for some reason, the toilet door frame pogoed for a few seconds. The fridge gave the sink a knee-trembler and the water-cooler creamed its jeans.
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My little girl woke up too. Not so livid as me, but shouting:
‘Papa, is it Terence? Is it Terence?’
She was proved astute as ever, I found, after inspecting the street outside to see Terence, with a blaze of psychotic glee in his eye (see picture), carving up the concrete just 3cm from our front door.
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I said to my little angel:
‘You’re right again sweetie. That is Terence and now papa is gonna go downstairs and lay some Genghis wrath on the motherfucker, so we can all get some nice sleepy-pie again.’
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Something like that.
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Terence gave up at 9.05am, clearly satisfied that he’d wrecked at least a few dozen, Seoul-Sunday lie-in-beds™. Now, I'm still awake, doing this, my daughter's watching Top Cat.
RuKsaK posted at 4:03 AM
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gosh my kiddo used to like this show with little personified tugboats. i wonder if it's the same stuff. the girl tugboat was emily and she wore a grotty yellow rain bonnet.
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