Inspired alliteration can be a bastard sometimes.
The eldest is moaning, resentful that he has to go to school on December 22nd. I'm resentful and moaning back at him 'cos I have to get up super early in the morning to drag him out of bed, and the only silver lining is an early morning 180. 215 for the year.
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215/50
If he's a total pain in the arse on the 22nd, think what he's going to be like tomorrow morning when I have to drag him out of bed again? Give me another silver lining tomorrow morning, ye darting gods. I will need it.
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