Ahh dear, ahh dear oh dear

by 3arn0wl


Nowt to do.

He liked the idea of half term of course,  but when it came to it it was rubbish – ‘specially when it was cold and miserable outside.  There was only so much Jet Set Willy he could play in a session.

Oli had suggested a game of badminton down the leisure centre on Tuesday – that was fun.

He’d flown his remote control helicopter a bit too.

And at least he could get up half an hour later to do his paper round.

But although he’d never admit it in a million years,  all he really wanted was next term to start.

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