"Happy fathers day", yelled the kids at stupid o' clock yesterday morning. Normally I would have growled at them, but they'd cooked me breakfast in bed (with the help of Mrs Biff), so I didn't.
"You can do whatever you want today and I wont whinge", said Mrs Biff.
Hmmm - thinks I. What shall I do? Something selfish for a change.
Ride the bike?
Golf?
Play on the computer?
Watch prawn?
Beat the kids?
Believe it or not I did none of these - I decided to mow the fkin lawn. Then clean the car, then play some games on the PC, then ride the bike for a couple of hours (greta valley).
What the fk is happening to me? There was a time that on a given bootyful day (as it was her yesterday) I'd jump at the chance of riding my bike all day before mowing the fkin lawn.
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