Zoë Bowyer

I hate the people who keep putting junk mail through my letterbox. I especially hate the guy who sells Amway shite and the Avon Lady as these people require even more effort from me: as they want their bloody catalogues back! So, I’m sitting lighting the little stove, as it’s a cold, wet night, and I hear the thud of leaflets landing on the hallway floor. ‘Grrr’ thinks I. Bastards. And I look out the window to see the culprit, but it’s okay as the guy delivering leaflets is delivering the Sainsburys and Lidl leaflets and I don’t mind having a browse through them. Plus the fire was going out and the paper came in handy getting it re-started.

Then I come up stairs and see the comment left by my little sis and it turns out that I’m going to have to re-think my hatred of the leaflet distributors as LS is going to join their ranks!

Poor D is in despair as our car has a leaking petrol tank and he lost £20.00 worth of petrol. We may have to get a new car.