TaleOfTheMissingAids

Now this is a story all about how these pink aids life got flipped turned upside down and I’d like you to take a minute just sit right there I’ll tell you how they became the missing aids of a palace called Blenheim.

In Northamptonshire born and raised
In Livys ears is where I spend most of my days chilling out, relaxin’ took a trip to a palace all cool and when a couple of fingers who were up to no good started makin’ trouble in my ear’hood.

Those fingers got me in one little fight and thrown in the mud and it was from that night I knew I would be lost and staying right there, in the palace of Blenheim.

I begged and pleaded with every stranger that passed day after day, but another kick by trainer sent me on my way.

I long for those days all dry and away from rain, muddy puddles and cold nights is this what it feels like living in the wilderness

Well uh, a torch light landed and my shiny case reflected in the pouring rain. A dude looking like a steward was standing there, whistled down his hands and he picked me right up.

I pulled up to a house about 20, 21 and I yelled out to the postie, yo I’m homie! Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, back next to that blonde frizzy hair.

https://www.facebook.com/BlenheimPalace/

Published by Mothering Silence

A late twenty-something mother of two boys and a profoundly deaf diva of almighty sass. In between splitting spontaneous sibling wars, curiatimg pillow forts and channeling inner superheroes. Mothering Silence documents a brutally honest truth of the trials and tribulations of motherhood. (The toughest hood.) Here you'll find the weekly ramblings of the rollercoaster life of my journey in motherhood. *Please note my style of writing is tongue in cheek.

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