July 14, 2002 - 4:51 PM

Mom and The Little Man From tockington were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired and it's 9:00, I think I'll go to bed...hint hint."
She went to the kitchen and added her wine glass to the collection and complained about her mess. She pushed some plates to the back so she could wipe the crumbs onto the floor.

There was still enough time to make son feel guilty about the amount of work she does. To emphasize the point she stuck up a bit of paper telling a story about a model mother to the cabinet [one of those sappy emails which I later swapped for this]. On leaving the kitchen she looked empitly inside the fridge, muttering "bloody kids eating my hard-earned food." She transfered 6 batches of frozen beans to the empty shelves. She then walked into the dining room to polish off the wine bottle and reorganise last week's mail. Mom proceeded to write strange inscriptions on small sticky bits of paper. She glanced defiantly at dying plants and swept the pollen onto son's missed delivery slip.

POSLQ sang out, "I thought we were going to bed my luver."
"I'm on my way POSLQ," she said.
She went to check on the kids and stumbled over the washing which had been knocked off the sofa. She put 'Get ridiculous answer-message from the Little Man From Tockington' on her list of things to do.

About that time, Graham switched off his 1942 Luftwaffe strafe bombing video with a belch, a fart and a whistle, and announced to nobody, "I'm going to bed." And he did...with lots of other thoughts, namely the furry handcuffs, the whip, the glider wing, the scooter, the lolly-stick boat and the Colt.

Anything bizarre here? This family!

By the way, Graham is also The Little Man From Tockington and POSLQ. POSLQ stands for Person of Opposite sex Sharing Living Quarters. Well I didn't make it up.

Mom and The Little Man From tockington were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired and it's 9:00, I think I'll go to bed...hint hint."
She went to the kitchen and added her wine glass to the collection and complained about her mess. She pushed some plates to the back so she could wipe the crumbs onto the floor.

There was still enough time to make son feel guilty about the amount of work she does. To emphasize the point she stuck up a bit of paper telling a story about a model mother to the cabinet [one of those sappy emails which I later swapped for this]. On leaving the kitchen she looked empitly inside the fridge, muttering "bloody kids eating my hard-earned food." She transfered 6 batches of frozen beans to the empty shelves. She then walked into the dining room to polish off the wine bottle and reorganise last week's mail. Mom proceeded to write strange inscriptions on small sticky bits of paper. She glanced defiantly at dying plants and swept the pollen onto son's missed delivery slip.

POSLQ sang out, "I thought we were going to bed my luver."
"I'm on my way POSLQ," she said.
She went to check on the kids and stumbled over the washing which had been knocked off the sofa. She put 'Get ridiculous answer-message from the Little Man From Tockington' on her list of things to do.

About that time, Graham switched off his 1942 Luftwaffe strafe bombing video with a belch, a fart and a whistle, and announced to nobody, "I'm going to bed." And he did...with lots of other thoughts, namely the furry handcuffs, the whip, the glider wing, the scooter, the lolly-stick boat and the Colt.

Anything bizarre here? This family!

By the way, Graham is also The Little Man From Tockington and POSLQ. POSLQ stands for Person of Opposite sex Sharing Living Quarters. Well I didn't make it up.