Our Puppychild, the middle grandchild is growing up.
She still likes to stay with us the odd time though, probably to get some peace and quiet from her younger brother Sir Fartzalott.
The only thing that I dreaded about these “sleepovers” was the inevitable requests to watch Sponge Bob.
Now Sponge Bob must be one of the most horrendous items ever to appear on television. I hate the accents [squeaky Mercan] and the ghastly Mercan slang. Five minutes is sufficient to induce nausea, a slitting headache and blood pressure fit to inflate a lorry tyre.
But as I say, Puppychild is growing up.
Apparently Sponge Bob is now for kids and she is into much harder
Last night, Herself went to bed early leaving me in charge of our sprog’s sprog. I chose the Horror Channel.
Puppychild didn’t sleep a wink last night.
She was still shaking and speechless when the daughter came to collect her.
Feckit. She has to learn sometime.
The Real World is worse than anything on the Horror Channel.