December 24 2001
Monday
Madeline and Clive and Harry Potter have gone home. There was hell up
at breakfast.
Madeline asked Harry Potter what he would like for breakfast and he said:
'I'd like a fucking egg'. After Madeline had picked up her jaw up off the floor she said :'What did
you say, young man?'
Harry said: 'I'd like a fucking egg.' Madeline took one look at me and said: 'I wonder why
he said that, our Adrian?' And I said:
'Well he had a fucking sausage yesterday and he didn't like it.'
Madeline said 'You know very well what I mean. He didn't use language like that before
you took him out for a walk yesterday'. Harry Potter said: 'Well I'm fucking using it now aren't I, you bag
of shite.'
And that was it. Madeline said she wasn't staying another moment in this house because God
knows what
I'd have Harry Potter doing next. Good riddance to them, I say.
Christmas Day tomorrow. I wonder what I'll be getting. I know what I won't be getting!
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