To change the subject again...

[BillyStubbsTears]

...whoever invented school holidays wants teking to a big dog. That hasn't eaten for a month. And is overwhelmingly horny.

Been dealing with the 4 and 5 year old kids for a few days while the missus is out of the country. I am f***ing frazzled. I'll be at the school gates at 3 in the morning begging to be let in.

Kind of puts the prospect of losing our manager and wrecking the season into perspective.

[Northants Nomad]

Think yourself lucky - my lad's not back until Tuesday. I have another day of grunts and noises before I get my respite care.

[Nudga]

I hear ya brother. My missus is on a thirteen hour shift today and i've got three of the little buggers chelping in me ear hole. If one of them ask's me for a biscuit or another drink again I think I am going to stick my head in the oven.

[Filo]

I hear ya brother. My missus is on a thirteen hour shift today and i've got three of the little buggers chelping in me ear hole. If one of them ask's me for a biscuit or another drink again I think I am going to stick my head in the oven.

Strange place to store the biscuits!

[RedJ]

I hear ya brother. My missus is on a thirteen hour shift today and i've got three of the little buggers chelping in me ear hole. If one of them ask's me for a biscuit or another drink again I think I am going to stick my head in the oven.

I get around this problem by putting a f**k load of wrapped biscuits (Penguin and the like) and some juice boxes where they can reach - but where I can see/hear if they've took em on their own - so they only have to ask permission.

[Nudga]

I've just remembered that we've got an electric oven, so all i'd do is end up burning my ears. They're going to bed in half an hour, I can then relax in the Gentlemanly fashion.

[Nudga]

I hear ya brother. My missus is on a thirteen hour shift today and i've got three of the little buggers chelping in me ear hole. If one of them ask's me for a biscuit or another drink again I think I am going to stick my head in the oven.

I get around this problem by putting a f**k load of wrapped biscuits (Penguin and the like) and some juice boxes where they can reach - but where I can see/hear if they've took em on their own - so they only have to ask permission.

But the constant asking for permission is pissing me off. I feel like i'm in Rampton with the constant squeeks, shouting, screaming, laughing, cackling, farting, more laughing, crying and spilling f**kin pop all over the place.

[RedJ]

The plan usually goes to pot anyway and I just end up just letting them loose young uns, never have em.

[redwine]

I hear ya brother. My missus is on a thirteen hour shift today and i've got three of the little buggers chelping in me ear hole. If one of them ask's me for a biscuit or another drink again I think I am going to stick my head in the oven.

I get around this problem by putting a f*** load of wrapped biscuits (Penguin and the like) and some juice boxes where they can reach - but where I can see/hear if they've took em on their own - so they only have to ask permission.

But the constant asking for permission is pissing me off. I feel like i'm in Rampton with the constant squeeks, shouting, screaming, laughing, cackling, farting, more laughing, crying and spilling f***in pop all over the place.

....and I bet the kids are as bad, nudga

[BillyStubbsTears]

kin ell. I've obviously released the pressure valve here lads.