(11 Aug 2015, 11:56 am)BusLoverMum wrote Aah. A quiet day at home. Big'un bought his weight in sweets at the shop and is insisting on telling me the details of every bus that passes. and littl'un has just moved the sofas into the middle of the room and now has his sights set on tipping the giant crate of lego onto the floor. I need to find those cable ties, I think.
there's a bus stop in the corner of te room made with a rather wobbly 3'high column of 2x2 bricks. I just know that will end in tears, a few screams and a bit of swearing when someone stands on the debris.
A reet little bus lovin' family
I used to wind my mate up detailing every bus that passed...He would say to me 'Shut the f**k up *Chunk, MPD, Citaro, means f**k all to me, as long as it goes from a to b' the more he got wound up, the more i did it
*Chunk was my nickname as a kid, some of my oldest friends still call me that, though it is Fozz or Mr Fozz to people these days