Not Wanted at the Party
Fat Sister’s having a party tomorrow, and I’m not invited!
Surely this must be the ultimate snub! It became apparent last night that we were on the brink of a big social event, and I didn’t get a look in.
Loads of my friends have been asked to go, including Poppy, Leftwing Idiot, and my support worker, Sophie.
I can’t think why she hasn’t asked me, except perhaps because it’s a painting party – Fat Sister and King Russell need help painting their new home.
Fat Sister’s sceptical about my suitability for the task. I assured her that if I were to help I could certainly guarantee that stuff would get painted. She said, ‘I know, that’s what I’m worried about’
She’s invited me to the barbeque at the end which seems like a much safer bet all round.