The usual happened.
I heard the troubled boy refer to a Deputy Principal as "you fucker", not once, not twice, not thrice but FOUR times. Luckily it's Mr Pompous (as Richard [of RBB] refers to him. I prefer Mr Braces.) so the kid will be out of school for at least 5 days.
I saw the tiles with the Chinese script.
It was the Mah Jongers
The lady driving this car had a rictus of terror fixed to her features as she started.
|You want me to REVERSE?|
|The approximate path of her car down the driveway|
I whispered back "No"
- I had offered before (grudgingly, but I had offered) and been spurned.
- I was a believer in equality to all. If they had bought the damned cars, AND passed the frighteningly easy Kiwi driving test, then they should be able to manoeuvre safely. Even backwards down a 100 metre hill drive.
- Drive into my Rhododendron bush.
|Try again Dear, you're a wee bit too close this time.|
|You can't get much weller than this|