My Mum came over to visit for a couple of days, we had a great time.
Having a farewell lunch, the diminutive demon tried to leapfrog a bike rack. I'd had one small taste of a very nice piece of salmon when short arse comes in crying with what, after much ado, turned out to be fractures of both ulna and radius.
What was God thinking when he invented bloody children?
It was so much easier to blame it on Them.................If it was us, what did that make Me?............. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.