Thatcher, bedroom antics and a visit from the tooth fairy.

So it was Monday evening and I was in Apple nerd mode and glued to my ipad watching the latest iphone announcement being made when I heard an almighty noise downstairs. Elizabeth was screaming. That could only mean one thing, her tooth had finally fallen out. So she come upstairs still in tears to tell me the news and show me the tooth that had fallen out. It was only yesterday she was born 5 weeks early an was a tiny dot in special care and now she turned into “gummy” Fay. So she had a first tooth kit she had been given when she was little and the precious tooth was placed inside a small purple velvet bag and the tooth fairy came overnight and “gummy” was a happy little girl. The episode reminded me that I need to go the dentist, not my favourite past time and indeed there is only one thing I hate more than the dentist and thats the sight of Mrs sorry Baroness Thatcher on the doorstep of Downing Street. So I switch the news on and there she is was holding onto the black iron gates as David Thatcher Cameron was helping her into number 10. She isnt in the best of health by the looks of things and she was gurning like she had dropped a couple of ecstacy tablets in the o-five-one. But the sight of a tory love in wasnt nice to see. She didnt stay that long, im assuming she didnt shit herself. Hopefully she wasnt slurring any advice to Mr Cameron on how to cut expenses, create a generation of dole-ites and shit on Liverpool from a great height ?

In other news today from this fucked up world of ours, an Edinburgh woman who put methadone on a baby’s dummy to stop him crying has been jailed for three years. Susan Taylor, 29, admitted a charge of culpably and recklessly causing the child to ingest methadone, to the danger of his life. Doctors found “a huge quantity” of the drug, given to addicts to wean them off heroin, in the baby’s urine. Words fail me apart from I wonder if its possible to slip one a dummy into the mouth of Lady Thatcher ? I know thats harsh and Baroness Thatcher had kids of her own, but they are the golliwog using Carol and her twin brother The Hon. Sir Mark Thatcher, 2nd Bt (have to give the cunt his full title) famous for errrr getting lost in a car and dodgy business dealing and getting involved in coups. A fine British family and I could not think of a better honour for Baroness Thatcher than when she dies to award her a state funeral !!!! If that happens I will be holding a party in ours and hopefully she is bumped off by some summer heat and we can have a BBQ as well.

So last night and the height of romance as me and Mrs Fay went to be early and settled down for some action. The session lasted around 25 mins and we even done it three times. So at the climax of the event we gave each other a peck on the cheek and went to sleep. Yes kids me and Mrs Fay played “Boggle” on the ipad. The game begins by shaking the ipad and a covered tray of sixteen cubic dice, each with a different letter printed on each of its sides. The dice settle into a 4×4 tray so that only the top letter of each cube is visible. After they have settled into the grid, a three-minute timer is started and you make as many words as you can. So it was a 3-0 victory for me and any thoughts of doing it for a 4th time were shelved as im not in my 20’s now you know ;0)


Fay x x


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