This afternoon Fester and I were
reminiscing about the time he, in an introductory meeting with the head of
Glebe Special Needs School, described Ferretfingers as "as cunning as a bag of
rats".
The head looked shocked then disapproving,
more at the politically incorrect description than the fact. But, like most professionals we’ve
encountered she learnt the truth the hard way.
They had to change the combinations on the classroom locks every month
or so because he cracked them so quickly, getting into parts of the school he shouldn't have and institgating searches when he was discovered missing. He was nine at the time.
A while ago Ferretfingers subscribed us, via the tivo box, to Kid's
Channels which, I complained, cost me £5 a month.
He has duly handed me a five pound
note on the first of the month ever since.
In fact the week up to the end of the month is punctuated with "Mummy's getting a fiver in five days time" - or however many days apply.
My antique mobile does not do video
but I've discovered one can Whatsapp on a tablet.
Ferretfingers has 3.
I've, frequently, ask him to lend
me an old one that he doesn't use; to no avail.
I've
just wandered down into the kitchen and casually asked Fester "I wonder
how much Ferretfingers would sell me
one of his tablets for?"
His
reply:
"Why
not ask him to rent you one for a fiver a month?"
The
apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
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