Rage on beige
With Lyn working weekend shifts, John had to baby sit his kids and help out with the shopping. It was either that or starve. There was only so much you could do with a can of tuna, 2 crusts of bread and a packet of jelly crystals.
John hated taking Jim out with him. He was always hungry, needing a wee or talking at him. He also had a nasty habit of stepping on the back of his sand-shoes making him trip. John would then have to jam his nail bitten thumb down the back of the white canvas in between his gout swollen heel and try to pull the fuckin thing back up. It was an ordeal. Like living.
Jim used to say sorry once. Now he just thought it was funny. Even better done with the shopping trolley. Really took the whole shopping experience to a whole new level of dram
