Don't say...they'll come in eventually, right ?
All 16 kids in the street play out the front most afternoons but...Monday's are tricky.
You see, I have learnt that on a Monday a certain someone in the street wants a lengthy oneway chat if she spots me.
Instead of getting them to come in for dinner, I ran back inside.


September 14, 2009 at 7:21 PM
oh there is nothing worse than being bailed up...