my nine year old nephew alfred stayed with me on the weekend. he provides a constant sountrack of beatbox guns expolsions & death...
he found a euro dollar in my bag.
"can i have it"
"yeah but don't put it in your mouth, you'll swallow it"
"i've already got four dollars in my belly"
"what, it never came out? "
"nah, i'm keeping it for my x rays"
they don't have a tv at home so when he stay's over he wants to watch terminator and spiderman over and over again... i wanted to watch the news. in disgust with me, [can you blame him really] every time he walks past the tele it gets mowed down with a machine gun.
then on leaving i ask if he left anything in the room, " just some dna on the sheets and pillowcases." ok. thanks for that alfie...
and to add to my missing everyone here is the no. 1 lady detective annie studd.