... across the spare bedroom this evening, having wrung out all the rain, I thought about how untidy drying washing looked when it's inside.
Which led me to thinking about untidiness in general, and how hysterical my father used to get about my untidy bedroom.
"It looks like a brothel in here" he would shriek, waving his arms and flinging things about.
I never, not even once, dared to ask, "how do you know?"
Tuesday, March 31
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Ha! brilliant absolutely brilliant.
He knew. Bastid.
S - it would have been, ifn I'd dared say it! Painful but brilliant.
Cookie, well, I'd actually suspect not, given brothels are actually quite neat and tidy - but perhaps they were messy places back in the dark ages, when he was a boy.
how do you know they are neat and tidy????
It was my mother who was the arm-waver in our house. She hated my messy room and wouldn't let me go out and play on Saturdays until I picked it all up. And woe betide you if you ever "talked back."
S - I know someone.
Zoomie - we tended not to talk back either, generally.
LOL!
;o)
- Lee
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