Pound Shops, Eaten by Lions & Cliff
It’s Saturday morning in East Leeds. Well, not just East Leeds, in Europe as a whole ….. Apart from Hull which has its own time zone. It is currently 10pm on 23rd October 1976 on Humberside ……. I seek inspiration but I currently only achieve perspiration.
Amongst the ever dwindling space in our small cul-de-sac, a plethora of motor vehicles claim their territory, like a herd of Wildebeest errrrrr claiming their territory…………. I suspect plethora isn’t the correct collective noun for a group of cars (but I can’t be bothered to find out what the proper one is!) …. You can add it to the extensive charge sheet the grammar police hold about me.
Karen is stood next to me ironing. The squeak of the ironing board sounds likes someone is circumcising a mouse. I’d like to add I’ve never heard a mouse being circumcised, but the noises I’m hearing…
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