Life with Fester, Ferretfingers and Thunderthighs: an obsessive entomologist turning mining historian and our two autistic sons. This blog has been prompted by family and friends reading facebook posts and saying "You should write a book". But I don't know how to go about that so they'll have to make do with this.
Thursday, 19 December 2024
Little Oates
He was 13 at the time
From
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20 December 2009 at 11:12
Thunderthighs
has just gone out, all alone in the snow and ice, to get the Observer for his
father who is lying snoring in bed.
Miss FiddleHas he come back
yet?
BentonbagHe was out for
some time but has returned.
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