Recycling At Its Most Horrifying

…I’d have to admit to being more than slightly shocked that the pile illustrated below is not my olds weekly haul of life preserving med’s from the chemists….

….no, this is the result of Mother reusing all those handy little paper bags she’s been carefully tucking away for packaging up treats to hand out to neighbourhood kids on all hallows eve….

….laughed till I cried….

…Mother failed to see the joke.

…(no pills were handed out to children in the making of this post).

…( my “Mrs. Axelgrinder” character is NOT based on my mother….honest!)

Where Was I

…oh…that’s right….

 

….(for those of you who don’t get the “reference”….

….mmmm…can everyone say “longevity-treatment”?).

Hereditary Obsession

…I blame my Mother….

…who described the Xmas fridge as “technical” (and banned any of us from attempting to take stuff out or put stuff back in for the duration)…

…and claimed she was going to point out this label I discovered on the guest bed when I was making it (she’d run out of laundry tape)…

 

 

…because she knew I’d want to photograph it.

 

https://boredinarecordshop.wordpress.com/2012/12/23/have-you-made-a-list/

Airing The Dirty Laundry

 

…is your mother a smoke & mirrors/indian rope trick mother?

…(mine was).

One Lump Or Two

 

…or none, suit yourself.

 

…(bonkers day in the shop…to busy to be clever)…

My Mother No Longer Requires Gifts

 

…not entirely sure why…(read the can).