Thursday, 15 January 2009
Dad and Me at Christmas
Despite the fact that the ankle-biters and their friends came round, including a very posh dog belonging to my niece [she is County-set and called Purdy]. My dad really only had time for me and we sat under the Christmas tree all night; me eating bones and him drinking whisky.
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