“Dry Your Eyes, Mate!” 😭

Date: 6/15/2020

I was at parents evening, chatting to the head teacher about how my son was getting on. He said he had produced some unique work. While we were flicking through pages of coursework he had produced over the past few months, my son came in and started doing this abstract dance on top of the table. It was pretty eccentric, to say the least, but you had to give him brownie points for effort. To finish off, he got right up in the head teacher’s face and started pulling these really ugly faces. I was mortified and tickled at the same time. “Yeah, he’s definitely unique.” I said. Next scene; I was now living in some kind of commune. More and more people kept coming in but no one was allowed to leave. We all had to follow these super strict rules, which included not being involved with the outside world in any way, shape or form. This young woman walked through the door with a guilty look upon her face. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Not really,” she replied. “I’m in a spot of trouble”. That’s when I noticed there was a dead body lying beside her and she wanted us to help her to hide it. Next scene; My friend, Laura, was sobbing in the kitchen. I asked her what was up and she said her friends had been saying nasty things about her behind her back. I threw my arms around her and told her not to listen to them. They were arseholes. The lot of them.