Becca
The Highly Confidential Diary of Becca Hawks. Not That This Is My Diary. Oh No. So Don't Bother Looking.
My name is Becca Hawks. I live in Riverview in a house with a stupid colourscheme, a screaming toddler, and a housemate who a) wants to adopt another 25 of the things (toddlers, not houses) and b) writes a blog when we don't even have a computer to write it on. She stands there in the kitchen and 'writes' it.
But at least she's committed to the cause of a shark free society. So she's okay really.
I actually quite like her. She is on my nice list.
Things that are on my bad list include this toilet. It broke today. And yesterday. And the day before. You get the picture, don't you? Basically it's a useless toilet. In fact, most the appliances in this house are useless. That's because we have no money. We are, to use the technical term, completely skint.
But at least we have a table and chair now, and we don't have to eat breakfast on the toilet anymore. It did save time, but probably wasn't very hygenic.
Talking of toilets (which we actually were, we're not usually when I say that), I potty trained Ava. I understand we have t build an anti-shark army and I'm totally (that word is so 1990s) on board with that, but seriously? Can't we just brainwash a bunch of older kids? At least they can use the toilet by themselves.
Or you'd have to hope they can.
Kelsey however thinks it's best we train from toddlerhood. I suspect it has less to do with that (she clearly doesn't want to potty train either, or she wouldn't make me do it) and more to do with the fact that she's more or less promised some poncy fairy godmother type that she would raise 26 of the brats. Apparently then she gets the house. This house is not worth 26 lots of potty training, I tell you. It's rubbish.
Especially as you can't flush a potty.
Or our toilet, come to that.
In fact I got so fed up of that toilet that I decided to help along our finances a little. Some would think I should go to prison for my methods.
But I ask you this: if you couldn't afford a working toilet, wouldn't you steal?
