Ahh peace once more but how long for? maybe a second before I am beckoned, I'll take a quick peek on my phone while I'm on my own
Here they come and I'm yet to even wipe my bum, They are sitting outside on the floor, I can see little fingers under the door, Can't you go ask your dad? I say trying not to sound mad
I can't hear a sound, no kids moving around, to myself I smile and hope this lasts a while, okay maybe not, oh I swear I'm going to loose the plot
Mum are you still on the loo because I really need a poo.
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Tamsin smith
What do i say to make you want to read anything from me? my life is pretty mundane if I'm totally honest, I am at level 43, I have a crazy imagination and enjoy writing.
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