Well I’m glad you asked, because I have taken some precious time to write out a detailed and honest description of my Thursday. This morning I woke up and immediately hurried down stairs to play on the play station, unfortunately a raging banshee [Mum] stole my controllers and rendered me helpless.
Then it went to work and left an ogre in charge [the childcare]. So I buried my head in the sofa and fell asleep, and as I awoke the ogre told me that my first torture was reading. So I read a comic, afterwards came the “Drums of Satan” torture [drumming practice], I was able to withstand this however. The ogre then decided to make me do more reading, but this time it was a young Sherlock Holmes book.
After a few pages my brain exploded and I was forced to read a different book. “Try our wide selection of novels in the room next to your bedroom!” The ogre grunted, I reluctantly sauntered upstairs to this room. At a quick glance I could see books on childcare, cook books, and books about fish. However the ogre found a “romance thriller” among the useful life skills. “Not my type of book” I said and plodded upstairs to the raging banshee’s bedroom, where I did find a biography of a cod and contortionist’s handbook but that was it.
I had had a long tiring day so I decided to enjoy some leisure time, which is in my case watching television. But an angry dwarf [brother] was already ensconced in a screening of “The Ben of 10.” When I suggested we could negotiate, he screamed with rage: “No, not now!!!” And the ogre fed us a hearty meal of gruel with Tabasco. Then we went to the park I got soaked in the fountain. We came back and ate ice cream. Oh wait! I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, I’ll have to delete it!
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