My sisters and their children laid siege to our flat last night I made plans to escape and visit a friend of mine who lives in Leyton with her 6 year old autistic son. I get a bit of a kick out of visiting them because we always have a laugh and an enjoyable evening.

Nobody had bought her a Christmas present so before I popped round I got them both a present each. She is Hungarian and apparently it is their tradition to put up their Christmas tree and open their presents on Christmas Eve.

Her son (who is called Reece) was very excited when I walked through the door, before I could enjoy the nice warm feeling of having someone pleased to see me she shot me down when she told me that he was high on chocolate. Bitch!

I gave him a helicopter (I bought a couple because I thought a few children would like them that I know) which he seemed to like, it took me 30 minutes to get it going and when I managed to get it to fly his mum screamed and ran out of the room.

We went outside to have a cheeky fag leaving him to play with his new toy, a flashing dancing truck, when we came in we heard it making a noise in a cupboard. It had annoyed him and he didn’t know how to turn it off so he stuffed it into a cupboard.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could do that to people? Someone irritates you and you lock them in a cupboard until you are ready to tolerate their bullshit again. In practice this would be awesome but in reality I’m sure there is a criminal offense linked to that and I’m even more sure those pesky do-gooders would have something to say about it.

When I got home I was starving, thankfully my siblings and their pack of rascals hadn’t completely eaten us out of house and home, they left me four small sausage rolls and two cocktail sausages.

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