At the end of the summer, just like the rest of you, I’m sick of the sight of my children
Ross O'Carroll-KellyShow Notes
I think I’m on the record as saying that being a parent is one of those things that I just happen to be very, very good at without having to put any actual effort into it. Even allowing for that, at the end of a long, hot summer, just like the rest of you, I’m absolutely sick of the sight of my children and I’m glad they’re now someone else’s problem until the end of October. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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