Dad is working and I really hate it. I'm crossing my legs at the door before Mum gets around to taking me out and then she never lets me off the lead. She reckons that I wouldn't come back but how can she know if she doesn't try it?
Sorry Mum, I know you can be well funny at times and I did promise not to breathe a word, but, I can't resist telling my mates about you crawling under the window shutter this evening! I could see your bum!!
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