257. ankle-biters.

she’s gone back

to her mother again



about this & that

about how our kid’s got

a chip on his shoulder


– the vet put it in there,

with a little persuasion –


but I must admit

it plays havoc at the Asda checkout

& the scanners at the airport


but that’s no reason

to throw a wobbler.


I’m going to get him bar-coded next

unless social services gets here first.