Closed in. Grey. Kitchen table. Door handle. Rain. Colours? Textures? Rhubarb? Ouch! Sharp in oh so many ways. Oh the pain! Stop mocking me! Bush russle. Faster. Hup. What a day to climb a fence in mother's underwear. I hope I don't - I'm snagged! How do you explain something like this? Maybe the police station will have a leaflet?
Hello officer. No, this isn't my house, no. Oh.
If you know me well you probably know that I'm not a fan of 'raw' cheese, whilst my dicey counterparts could be described as cheese-embracers. I admit that I have a problem. I want to change and already even have my exceptions. 
Astound your kids with dissapointment as Mickey copes with life in his eighty's. His digestive system may be shot to pieces and his shorts maybe a few shades dirtier, but he's still the good old abusive and slightly racist Mickey we came to love as children ourselves.
