Condemned
OH Dear god I appear to have condemned my children by taking them back to Lowestoft, and not to a life of chavdom, getting underage girls pregnant and drinking cheap cider in the park either (that will happen over my very very cold dead body).
The avian flu has hit Suffolk and more specifically Lowestoft (the place Norfolk won't admit too). Obviously they are healthy teenage boys and I am secretly hoping the step monster gets it (and this is why God has made me work as a receptionist).
We passed a couple of red signs on the way back to chaville last night, we think they are trying to confuse the majority of suffolk so as not to cause panic by calling it avian influenza. Ben asked what it was and we suspect that most of Lowestoft has the mentality of a 13 year old boy so it stands to reason they wouldn't know either.
Other than 'possibly' my commiting my children to being confined with the stepmonster for months on end and not being able to see them we had a good weekend. We climbed at Toad Rock in Tunbridge Wells, ate out in Colchester and the boys hit a couple of 150 drives at the driving range.
Everyone happy - except me of course.
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Personally I think Jamie Oliver has gone on a one man rampage of the Bernard Matthew's factory in a frantic bid to rid the world, and all of our children, of Turkey Twizzlers.
I'm wondering how he managed to do it though. He must have gone on a trip to Hungary (the source of the infected meat) and then smuggled said 'Avian' in his kitsch 'Puma' sports bag and dressed up as a turkey inseminator in order to plant the infected meat.
You've got to admire dedication like that.
Not that I condone the mass slaughter of hundreds of thousands of turkeys for no reason....
Tsk tsk, the binds I get myself into.
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