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I’ll pay for it.

ImageMe: What’s that noise?
Mum: It’s just the trough falling out the car.
Me: The what now?
Mum: The trough.
Me: The trough? There’s no trough in the car.
Mum: The…trow.
Me: Trow? Do you mean trowel? Continue reading “I’ll pay for it.”

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Merry Christmas, Mum

Even before I left, I knew doing the Christmas shopping with my mum wasn’t a good idea. I was proven right.

First, we went to Lidl.

“What’s that?”

“A jigsaw.”

“Oh. That’s nice. What’s that?”

“A calligraphy set.”


“A fancy pen.” Continue reading “Merry Christmas, Mum”