When my son was 2 and a half my mother decided to give him some prunes with his custard for the first time. He peered into the bowl and said with delight ahhhhhhhhhhhh Tea Bags In It!.
I wish they’d revamp all those bloody depressing houses they live in, all that dull and dark decor would make me wanna spend most of my time in the Queen Vic plotting who I could shag, fleece or murder!
Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, ‘I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.’
She got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my wine.