Twecharatie.

Glaswegian Banter

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I’m supposed to be picking my Mum up in half an hour but I’m still sitting, unwashed, in nothing but a house coat eating a bagel. Oh well.

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When I get home I automatically take off my bra and trousers, and walk around in my pants and a t-shirt.

My Mum and Dad have grown to accept it. They have however taken exception to me encouraging my wee sister to do it.

They’ve given up on me but still hold out hope for her being a “lady” when she’s a grown up.

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