Respite.

And on the seventh day, she had them colour in their books so that her head would stop aching...








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  1. Calum Karczewski17 June 2010 at 00:39

    I'm glad to see you are making them all colour in the GAY PRIDE FLAG in their books!

    Count the animals!? I want to count the animals. Bring me back one of those books woman, you can teach me, and i'll colour when you want me to shut up. e.g... *In HMV*, "Bukake with JLS Laura?"
    "Jess, will you take him off me for a few minutes, I need to think."

    Do you remember when THAT happened? Then you pretended to go to the bag shop when in fact you wanted to go to the sweet shop. It really doesn't suprise me. x

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  2. Laura Jane Williams17 June 2010 at 09:35

    Cal- Yup! It's all for you, bello! And I do remember pawning you off to Jess, yes. I do that more than you realise. Sorry etc.

    (LOVE YOU)

    x

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  3. Jess MacD17 June 2010 at 10:39

    awww that memory makes me go :)
    more to come! x

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  4. Jess MacD17 June 2010 at 10:40

    and i didn't know what buhcake was. But I remember now. FILTHY PEOPLE! Plus i don't see the charm of JLS, one or all at one time x

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  5. Laura Jane Williams17 June 2010 at 10:51

    Jess- "misty-watered-coloured memories, of the way we were!"

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