Don't you just hate it when you tread on a plug?
It was 8:30 and I was tidying my room, Dad was trying to get Ben to go to sleep, so I was ordered to be silent. Haha it was not to be, the minute I trod on that plug the street trembled with my screams. Any passer-by would have been perfectly in reason to believe I was being murdered or burnt alive. Needless to say I don't have a very high pain thresh-hold. Not much going on here right now, just packing, excitement and mum in a stress (no change there then).
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