Yesterday’s corner time: 6 Minutes.
I think the heat went to my head a little bit yesterday and I was a tad irritable. I may have overreacted slightly when Becca spilt my drink and I started shouting at her “Die, Die, Die”.
Mum was extremely shocked and demanded to know where I had learnt such a horrible phrase. I didn’t want to land Dad in trouble, so I told her that I had learnt it upstairs. She then narrowed down the location to Dad’s office and the time down to Wednesday afternoon at about tea time. Just around the time that his wireless connection died again.
She then put two and two together and came up with Dad. I’m not quite sure of the maths involved there, I’d like to see her workings but the answer was spot on. Not that I liked to say so. But I said so anyway.
It’s curious how Dad keeps misplacing his wireless connection. He’s completely mystified by its seemingly random instability. It strikes me as being pretty careless. He’s always loosing it and he has the cheek to tell me that I need to be more careful with my possessions.
I’ve actually got a very good hiding place now behind the television. This is also where Dad keeps his wireless signal thingy. It keeps getting in my way when I go to retrieve my toys and I have to keep putting the aerial down.
Coincidently, I tend to hear Dad swearing upstairs shortly afterwards and this acts as handy reminder for me to put the aerial back up.
Matthew.
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Your Dad is very careless with his things Matthew, fancy repeatadly losing his wireless connection, boy if that was you he would really be complaining.
Yes he would. It makes a nice change that I'm not getting the blame.
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