so she got you right in the kisser with a snowball then?

no, that was last night It was premier league whinging this morning

I've got snow in my wellies, I don't want to wear a hat, carry me, put me down, I've got snow in my wellies, my head is cold, carry me...

hahaha! Just wait...

it gets worse?

The complaints change...

I'm imagining that as articulacy develops, the arguer becomes harder to defeat

Not necessarily.

But *MoooooooooooM! **WHY** can't I get a tattoo?

Don't you just love whinging NOT

Makes me want to run away and join a circus some days!

I'd pay good money to see you on a trapeze in a spangly leotard!

**YOU** are a sick, sick woman Louise.