OK, so apparently it turns out that one of our GUESTS heard me say that about emmets and complained to my mum that I shouldn't be so DISPARAGING about people who came on holiday to St Ives, and spent money here that kept people like me and my family WHO WERE LUCKY TO LIVE HERE in a job! What about people who nick my bedroom and make me sleep in the BLOODY STUPID attic with the bats and let their BLOODY KIDS mess with my stuff and leave sand all over the stairs that I have to sweep up on changeover days? My mum said that I shouldn't talk about them like that because if I did they'd get the impression that's how mum and dad talked about them behind their backs.
I met one of our GUESTS kids on the stairs after breakfast this morning and the little git pulled his tongue out at me. He's only about eight. Mum says not to get AERATED about it because they're going home on Saturday and he's probably fed up because it's been raining all week and today was the first sunny day they'd had since they arrived. Well ha bloody ha. I hope he stands on a weever fish and has to have his SILLY BLOODY FOOT pissed on by a lifeguard.
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