9 June 2005
I'm not a maternal person.
I don't have a biological clock that's screaming at me to reproduce.
I don't go ga-ga over babies.
I especially don't find over-excited 5 year olds cute or endearing in anyway.
Particularly not when, for the fifth time in the last few weeks, hordes of the little blighters have been on my tube train in the morning.
I think they're like cats and dogs. They can sense when you don't like them and they make a beeline for you and drive you insane with their cacophony of babbling and chattering at decibel levels that surely must be off the health and safety charts.
Aaaaargh!
So I can't interest you in a day out with 40 (FORTY!) Year 5 nine to ten years olds at Southwark Cathederal tomorrow then?
No, you really can't.
*shudder*
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