Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Two words guarenteed to terrify me.

"Oh daddy."

   My beloved daughter stopped calling me daddy when she got to about six years old, and since then she only uses that particular appellation when she's either done something incredibly stupid, or she wants something for which I'm going to be paying for at least 100 years after my death.

   She was interrupted by some important text which to me seemed like the ravings of a demented texter with no vowels on her/its phone. I'll find out later what she's trashed or what small country she wants me to buy. Back tomorrow - hopefully.