Niall rightly pointed out that we were in need of biscuits. He went to the shop and bought a large pack of bourbons for 90p. We decided to eat them all. After finishing his half he felt rather unwell, and tried to lock me in the kitchen until I finished my half. I was not impressed.
Beavers was otherwise quite demoralising. I hate it when that happens. The room is full of people who aren't beavers is ludicrous. Even after we got rid of two there were too many. They're really impertinent too. I can't stand it.
I managed to drive home without putting anyone in danger, which is more than can be said for Phil on the way there: he came very close to knocking into of the Beavers as he parked. The mother didn't look happy.
Too much maths. Always the way.
1 comment:
were you at Niall's house? I can't see your place ever being in a lack of biscuits.
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