If you can't beat 'em

Well, no you can’t beat ’em coz the bloody Mumfia get all hoity toity and say things like “You’re a bad mother” and stuff like that. After last night’s food rubbage in hair incident, and the super angry, long discussion Monkey Boy and I had afterwards, he sat and ate…

A Dash of Mother's Love in everything

There we are, Godzilla and I, preparing dinner. “I don’t like that!” he tells me, before he’s even seen what we are having or asking what it is. Followed by “What are you making for dinner?” Hrmmmm. “Curried sausages.” “I don’t like that.” I know, I know. You never have,…