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Fucking Boots!!!

February 5, 2012

So i was going to write a wonderful, cultural wee blog – telling all about my first Shrewsbury private view, and of our imminent involvement in the Belle Vue Arts Festival…however that’s been trumped by little man’s increasing use of swear words, which culminated this morning in the exclamation of “fucking boots!”, with exactly the right intonation , in frustration that his toast wasn’t immediately imminent.  If i’m honest he’s been upping the ante on swearing over the past few weeks.  I blame it on that bloomin’ Raymond Briggs.  And his dangerously subversive Father Christmas.  After watching that cartoon a few (thousand) times, he started “bloomin’ this” and “bloomin’ that”.  Which i simply ignored.  Last week though, bloomin turned into bloody.  Now where that came from i’ve no idea.  I duly ignored that too. However ‘fucking boots’ had us literally rolling around the floor.  He obviously thinks that it’s an expression in itself.  And it obviously came from one of us.  Not me though.  Whilst i might be known as work as the lady who calls a spade a fucking count, at home i am the epitome of the queen’s english.  Adam’s excuse was that whilst he did help to put wee man into his wellies this morning, that he was laughing (in frustration) whilst he did it, and that due to the perfectly angrily frustrated intonation that our angelic universe used, he couldn’t possibly have been copying Adam.  Hmmmm.

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