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THE LIST

I`m going away

For a couple of days

To a big posh hotel!

Please don`t forget to do the washing-up

And make sure you do all your ironing as well!

All your foods in the larder

Your socks are in the wash

Your shirts are all on the line.

Don`t again, get the grill mixed up with the washer!

Or you`ll end up with socks on toast!!

When I`m not around to supervise the day

Chaos around you!! usually comes out to play.

So behave yourself

And don`t drink too much

If I come home to a mess

You`ll get the bums rush!!

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Tony Taylor

YOU ARE FUNNY G!!!!,Ā  what can I say....it made me laugh out loud....well done my friend.......smiles....tony

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Georgina Richardson

Thank you sweety I`m glad I made you smile. I have more funny ones on my list. Love G xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Dearest Georgina, creative write, we must have been on the same wave length last night, i also wrote a weird write about my washing pile of clothing and dishes, haha, love. To you sweetheart xx

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Georgina Richardson

Glad you liked it sweety, us women never get any peace do we?!!Ā  My lot are a pain in the but sometimes and I often feel like I`m washing for England!!!!!! Thank you for the compliment on this one. Love G xx

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