Chaonaut

by Adam The Elder

so the six weeks of hell begins

the brats are on holiday.

and already they are outside anoying me playing football.

they have been twice to the door asking if i will kick the ball with then. no (they only ask as they know i will miss when they kick it to me and look a twit).

i will be sticking some wrire around the garden in the morning and wire it to the mains. soon as they climb in after the ball, zap.

lets hope it rains.

they do not sleep. 6am till late at night.

i will have to borrow geezers air rifal.