The Sign of Bobby

I became one with my spiritual side when predicting the birth of my youngest cousin. For I was cleaning with my mother and welsh counterpart when we stumbled into LLoyds Tsb where i proclaimed that " The baby boy will be born when the it starts raining". The cleaning took part with haste and finished cleaning the tsb the rain outside grew heavier and heavier making us run for cover on the way back to the old mill square car park. Whilst doing this we took cover under the old mill square only to find the sign itself, A Huge Bin, staring straight at us. At this point I knew the Baby was born.

I heard.........very satisfying!

satisfying....bad choice of word more like freaky.