The August Mayfield Diaries

Somebody call the Police

Debbie at work offered me some jelly babies today; sweets I hadn't eaten in years, but it reminded me of when my youngest son was three and he decided that he would become a thief. Oh the shame of it. I couldn't be more horrified. Up until that point, he'd been an angel, a blessing, a joy to behold and then he turned into a common criminal before you could say 999!

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