Today I found, in my spare bedroom, where my nephew is sleeping, the wrapping of a chocolate bar (Lindt) that he bought me for Christmas. Funny that. Thought I’d eaten the the third bar of Green and Black’s when I found it gone. Thought there was no way the nephew would stoop that low, surely, to go up into my bedroom and take my chocolate. How wrong was I.
I’ve also found his cannabis pipe in the outhouse. I suspect he’d tell me he’s taken up pipe smoking. This goes along with the sweet smell I smelt in his room when I arrived home Thursday night. He told me he’d accidentally lit up a cigarette in the house. Silly Aunty Carol believed him.
I’ve also discovered that far from going on the internet every day to look at the various web sites, his browsing history shows a clear and dedicated interest in Facebook. Only a handful of web site that might have jobs have been visited.
And he has a drawer full of x 20 cv’s that someone kindly printed for him. He told me he had handed them all out.
Never, mind, 31st March Ben. Then you are out of my home.