OK, the two children I've had to look after today (the rest have gone somewhere more glamorous than Littlehampton for the weekend, a landfill site for example) are in bed. I've sat through 2 hours of the X Factor with them and kept nasty sarcastic comments to the minimum. I have refused to let one child hoist the TV above his head to celebrate Leona's win.
I've done my duty. WHERE ARE MY FLESH EATING CREEPY CRAWLIES? WHY IS THERE FOOTBALL ON INSTEAD? WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARSE IS THE MEANING OF THIS?












