I stuck my freezing hands under the blanket and shocked my Nan awake. She said she'd be happy if I had the cat, my mum told us to stop talking about it. Nan tutted when I took the photo of her hairbrush and morphine "you know what she's like"... Then my lunch break was up.
She told me she loved me, I told her to stop eating cat biscuits.
Milly Mac Mittens now lives with us and she's an absolute prick. Thanks Nan x
My boys primary school is badly hit by the current Conservative funding cuts. If they stay in power it'll be even worse. It has (fortunately) input from a charity set up by the parents of years past but the fact that they have to support getting basic materials for the classes makes my blood fucking boil.