... and I'm packing a rucksack with food. We're catching the 10:17 Ninky Nonk to London, then hopping on Igglepiggle's boat along the Thames, before riding Makka Pakka's Og-Pog from North Greenwich pier to the O2. By the time we get there, we'll need a lie down in Upsy Daisy's bed.
This is the seventh of Lisa's many birthdays that I've been lucky enough to celebrate with her, and in the past I've bought her a TV, shoved her into a hot air balloon, and showed her The Ritz en route to see a drag queen. I bet she never dreamt she'd be spending her 41st in an inflatable theatre with five hundred screaming toddlers. The woman's truly blessed.
Anyhoo, I've only been with Lisa for six and a half years, so it's hard to say what life was like for her before. But I imagine it was something like this...
I think she's just realised she's lost her shoulder pads.
3 comments:
I had a lovely Birthday and if you're going to spend it with a screaming child, I don't think you should limit it to just your own.
I don't think I'll be doing that for my birthday.
Sorry, 'Guest' was me.
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