Where's The Fucking Child?

Jesus, Mary and Holy Saint Joseph and all his bleedin' sorrows.....
It's enough to drive me feckin' batty.
I don't swear to impress or be cool...I do it because I'm rightly pissed off.

I had shit loads of steam cummin' out my ear holes today and a pair of eyes that would have had the almighty himself runnin' for cover. Sept he don't exist so who gives a toss!
Anyway...What had me up in arms like a flamin' anti-christ? (Who, by the way, also doesn't exist)

It's something that's been pickin' at me scabs for ages.

I bring my daughter to the kindergarden every morning in a buggy (or stroller or pram or whatever the feck name takes your fancy) and as we cruise down the street,
her in the front wrapped up like an onion and me behind like a pack-mule that's long overdue a a good slaughtering at the glue factory, all the ol' ladies greet us and say "hello there"..."aren't you a sweetheart..."what a lovely daughter you have" and the usual shite that's expected of them.

Grand...you may think....so what's his shaggin' problem'?!?

So...let me continue....

The child goes into the kindergarden to get the programming she needs to ensure she becomes a good citizen and I feck off back home with my prambulator thing-a-ma-jiggy.

The problem starts the moment I hit the main road....every bloody day like clockwork.

"Where's your child?" followed by skittish giggles. Or "Are you missing something?"

Now I can take a joke just like the next twat. But at least 80% of the people look skaw-ways
and at least 40% of those make some sort of over-obvious shit for brains remark!

At first I thought ....o.k. you're havin' a fucked up bad day...but this has been going on for months...every day.

"Wheres The Fuckin' Child?" "She's up me feckin' arse, you cheeky cunt!"

Christ....I see so many parked cars on the street and nobody burstin' into hysterics..

"Look! A car with no driver...he he...how odd!"

Or no crowds chiming "Crikey...a bicycle tied to a lamp post and nobody riding it!?!"

Gets on me feckin goat!

I could tell you another buggy story when the shaggin wheel fell off in the bus....

But I have got enough off my hairy chest already....

Later.....