"One... two... four... It's one. Oh, bollocks! Three arseholes in my life, there's three! Uch, I'll never get this right..."
or click here"Happy birthday! As far as I'm concerned, you're living too long."
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Karen's notes: These were uttered around 6:30 this morning, after Adam and I had already been awake for a while. As Adam was drifting back to sleep, he was watching me answer hundreds of multiple-choice practice questions for my "Life in the UK" exam.
I can just see STM taking his "Life as STM" test, poring over questions like:
Who would win in a battle between the dumplings and the noodles?
What are the three steps to happiness?
What is your most hated food?
What is the preferred form of a stupidness intervention?
How many arseholes are in your life?