If it’d have been in Lard bottom size I’d have nabbed it meself :-D

So true. But in this case, mainly the one parent.I blame the parents.......
Sounds like a fantastic childhood though!
Hey Tony weren’t you going to do another run a little while back?I'm glad this has gone to a good home, it's a great jacket.

You can’t be blamed, he should’ve checkedThis is a really nice jacket. But it can’t be borrowed as it’s too small. If anyone has a small for sale, please DM me![]()

I meant too big not small. Oopsie.You can’t be blamed, he should’ve checked![]()

Oh no doubts, i bleevs ya , all entirely fabricated, no question about itI’m
I meant too big not small. Oopsie.
Has dad been telling tales about me? They are probably exaggerated. I’m always getting bullied. And I am too old to ring childline now![]()

So…why was there a green woodpecker skull in a shower gel bottle? Some of those stories seemed suspiciously specific!I’m
I meant too big not small. Oopsie.
Has dad been telling tales about me? They are probably exaggerated. I’m always getting bullied. And I am too old to ring childline now![]()
Tadpoles being kept in toilet cisterns when she’s just five and being fed on fish food.
And I am too old to ring childline now![]()

Well, I have to say that tops my experiments with dead crows in the freezer (found by dad), maggots in margarine tubs in the fridge (found by my grandfather, and severed squirrel tails drying in the oven, found by the gas inspector!I found a dead one over the common when I was 11. It was a bit wet and ant eaten, so I cut the head off to get the skull and hopefully the mega long tongue. I put it in the soap container with some water and a bit of bleach so the remaining feathers would drop off. It was in the downstairs shower that doesn’t get used much and was going really well. If a bit long. Then mom knocked it off the shower thing and it broke open. She threw it away and it never got rescued in time. She wasn’t happy and I was banned from bringing dead stuff into the house soon after that.

This is how we learn stuff. I put stuff in the oven to dry it as well. But it cooks it and smells rather than dries. I spent hours and hours opening up all the windows and wafting a kitchen tray about towards the windows trying to get rid of the smells before mom and dad got back. Dad has has a particular side eye look and does squinty things with his eyebrows that told me I was busted. But mom never caught on unless I’d left things about. Then I found out about rice and re using it by drying it in the microwave. That made bad smells too after a while of using it over and over.Well, I have to say that tops my experiments with dead crows in the freezer (found by dad), maggots in margarine tubs in the fridge (found by my grandfather, and severed squirrel tails drying in the oven, found by the gas inspector!
Respect!![]()
Fish food was better than mom’s food. Mom’s cooking was proper child abuse. Human rights lawyers would come for her now. Dad spent most time on the toilet when they first met. He thought he’d got IBS. But it was mom in the kitchen. Bless her.I think if you tell them you were fed on fish food when you were five they might intervene.![]()