Crisps. You, young Hilda, will call them CHIPS, which is your prerogative.
I have asked Mr Google if crisps were taken on board the Marie Celeste, but he does not know.
We have been looking after the children this last week: we have taken them swimming, we have taken them to the Natural History Museum. We have given them crisps. We are a Good Parent. We are glad it has stopped.
Monday, April 11, 2005
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