Worzel Gummidge? As he gets older he seems to be more and more reliant on me to get him clothes, shoes, police throwing away old and holey stuff and generally take charge. It's starting to get on my tits.
Just before Christmas I had to hide a broken old pair of shoes that apparently he was going to keep for gardening but which kept appearing on his feet when we went out. I was going to throw them away in the bin nearer dustbin day so he couldn't retrieve them but now I can't remember where I put the bloody things.
The socks he had on this morning had virtually no sole on one foot, just a big gaping hole. I can't believe that he wouldn't notice when he put them on?
Just Aaaarrrrggghhh!