...THE FRICK HAS MYSPACE GONE?!
Lost in the fog? Mabes. Probs.
Son no. 2 told me this afternoon, "Our soil is poo!".
I misheard this as, "Arseholes are poo!"
I got cross with him and then he sulked.
I then realised my mistake.
He still wouldn't talk to me.
But it was OK.
I had chocolate mouse.
I won!
This looks like a poem, a non-rhymey one.
The end.
a l e x m o k e
