get her to take you to all the pubs you would like to go to but cant as (a )its too far to walk to or
(b) you always promised yourself you would call in there one day
i call it a nice payback;)
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A few hours of Lynryd Skynrd CDs to make up for the endless Postman Pat tapes maybe?
(Not that I like LS, but I just learnt that that is how it is spelt!)
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you missed the "y" after the n in skynyrd.
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I remember going to Wales with the scouts in an old double decker bus when i was a kid ,and one of the scouts was travel sick,they opened the doors whilst travelling and the scout leader had hold of his waist (oh the happy days before safety paranoia) and he projectile vomited out the doors and it travelled as a glutinous blob away from the bus then into its slipstream and splat all over a Transits windscreen.
It livened up the journey no end.
I think to get my own back in the kids car i would like to put decaying sticky sweets in their seat pockets, then put so much stuff, such as interesting stones from the beach, into the pockets that they fall off.
Once we had arrived at their house I will rush in,open all the windows,turn on all the lights and turn on the television and then go off outside.
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Keep undoing your seat belt, lean forward, and change channel/cd on the radio. Every 5 miles.
When she shouts at you after the 30th time, say "Ok OK keep your hair on"
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RF - currently 1 Renault short of a family
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You don't need to do anything. The grand children will do it all for you and you can spoil them rotten and take their side against her.
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You forgot the sandy bucket, the dead crab and some seaweed.
How do I know? I have an 8 year old daughter. Luckily she rides in my wife's car more than mine (to after school activities), so most of the mess stays there. Unfortunately I am the one who usually cleans both cars, inside and out. My daughter is now able to help with cleaning the cars so I try making her clean up her own mess.
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Roger
I read frequently, but only post when I have something useful to say.
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Oh gosh, it's endless!
Twist the seat belts on their buckles,
Leave the windows open 1/4 inch so you don't notice until next time you are doing 70,
Sweets, pens, mysterious sequin-like stickers charged with static,stuck down the seats,
ashtrays bulging with sweet wrappers,and half-chewed sweets,
forget something vital after 10 minutes,like your library books or something that was the whole point of the trip,
Forget to change into shoes, and go out in your slippers - the ones with the soles coming off, or alternatively go to your dance class in wellingtons.
Ask why the car is making a funny noise, and whether it's meant to be smoking.
Bounce up and down on the seat while she is trying to reverse into a tight spot.
Make rude faces at other drivers.
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LMAO - this one brought back a memory "something that was the whole point of the trip"
Took 10 yo daughter(now 17) down to Portsmouth to see the Mary Rose exhibition as she was doing a project on it later in the week.
As we stood in the queue to buy the extortionate family ticket she sweetly said "by the way, I'm not doing the Mary Rose now".
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>>forget something vital after 10 minutes,like your library books or something that was the whole point of the trip,
I still do that. When I'm the only person in the car!
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After work once me and the missus jumped into the car to go and get some fish and chips,living in the sticks it was a fairish journey.
Yakking away we eventually parked up and went to get out of the car only then actually wondering where we were, then realising we were miles away from where we should have been.
Things can only get better .
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Sit in the back with Mum. Wait until daughter is negotiating a complex and busy junction; then have a bickering, scratchy, slappy fight. Sit in sulky silence for the rest of the journey, with intermittent yelps when you kick one another.
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Make rude faces at other droivers, and use your finger to write obscenities on the window-glass.
Then look shocked when the drivers of the aforesaid rude-face victims cut up your daughter and yell abuse at her.
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