In case anybody's wondering, I know what old rubber johnnies smell like because I once found two under my bed after some GUESTS had gone. That shows how crap my mum is at 'doing changeovers' as she calls it. Of course she makes a bit more of an effort if there's a GUEST coming in, rather than just me getting me bed back. Sometimes she doesn't even bother changing the sheets. I once found some pubes in my bed as well, AND long black hairs on the pillow. That's what I have to put up with.
So, today's Friday and baby Wanda and her mum and dad went home this morning and there aren't any more GUESTS at all on the books for this weekend, so the good news is that I've got my bedroom back, but the bad news is that now mum and dad haven't got any money coming in the pocket money's likely to dry up in a week or so.
Anyway, while I still had some, and as I'd already been persecuted for my religious opinions (see yesterday's blog) I went to the hippy shop on St Andrews Street on the way back from school today and bought a little fat laughing buddha who is now sitting on my windowsill. He looks a bit like baby Wanda.
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