Me: No, I'm not married.
G-d: And Mary, my god-mother. She's not married.
Me: No, Mary's not married.
G-d:
Me:
(Grown ups just can't take a hint, apparently)
Me: No, I'm not married.
G-d: And Mary, my god-mother. She's not married.
Me: No, Mary's not married.
G-d:
Me:
(Grown ups just can't take a hint, apparently)
It was bleak, you could see three slag heaps through my bedroom window. And that was from outside looking in.
It was bleak, you could see three slag heaps through my bedroom window. And that was from outside looking in.