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There's this man called Paul who works with my Mum and he often comes to our house for meetings and to do paperwork when my mum's not in (!)
In general I quite like Paul, but there's one thing that really gets me mad.

He comes into our house and eats all our nice food. For example, most days we have a biscuit tin full of nice biscuits like cow biscuits and bourbons etc, but whenever Paul has been there during the day there are no biscuits left. I find this highly suspicious.

This happens every time he comes and it anoys me but I can put up with it. Then yesterday I had bought a nice yoghurt for me to eat at dinner time today and left it in the fridge - duh - and asked everyone notto eat it cos I wanted it. They all said yes etc etc.

So then Paul comes to our house to do his work during the day and when I get home from school my nice yoghurt I was looking forward to eating has upped and gone. eek I go and ask Mum if she knew who'd eaten it and she was like 'um it was none of us so it was probably Paul, yeah Paul ate it.'

scream It was my yoghurt and the stupid poo-head went and ate it. gonk He is so evil. It was my yoghurt. Mine. My own. My precious. *does crap Golem impression*

Grr. He comes into our home and eats our biscuits and my nice special yoghurt twisted evil evil EVIL I say. scream evil twisted stare