Still not postful minded.
Highlight of the week was hearing a report from Jess, one of Will's carers. Jess was half humming, half singing, "Future Sailor" to herself, when Will said, "that's a Mighty Boosh song!". Jess was suitably, and wonderfully, shocked. Four year old children aren't usually given to being able to identify surreal, punk musical Pufnstuf-esque Brit-com, but that's Will, I suppose.
It's a wonderful follow up to the few years ago, when F was taking Emmy through the supermarket. Emmy, about seven-ish, walked up to F in a supermarlet aisle with a plastic lunchbox on her chest, and in a loud, clear steady voice, said, "Mum, look... I'm a prostitute robot from the future."
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Well done bringing the family up with ABC and not the um... Footy Show. I'm impressed Will got said it was Mighty Boosh. Jess must be a great singer even. Black Books can't be beat. Prostitute Robot is the episode they house sit and drink all the expensive wine.
You got cultured kids. The best mine can do is quote Alan Partridge, which I feel like watching now.
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