Lavender Hell

There are few things that can prepare you for the true horrors of a live-in Mother-in-Law. The inane, pointless conversations, the "joy" of hearing verbatim the order of the balls that came out at bingo, the unmistakably heady combined smell of piss and lavender. I know from first hand experience what this is like. This is my story!

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Sign of the Times?

A while ago, I got to thinking about those signs that people hang on their gates to stop intruders. Usually with a picture of a large dog and bearing the legend "I can make it to the gate in 10 seconds - Can you?" You know the sort of thing I mean.

Anyway, there are things more frightening than dogs in this world and I came up with an idea for alternatives. The identity of M-I-L has been blanked out on these mock ups, partly to protect her identity, but largely because I fear that the Gorgon qualities of her image might lead to legal reprisals from readers. Anyway, see what you think - this could be big!





Have an enjoyable New Year's Eve; I know I will because she's not back until Wednesday!

2 Comments:

  • At 1:25 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    How about "I can make it to the gate in about two minutes if my way isn't obstructed by a comatose son-in-law in a moss-covered suit whose pockets appear to be stuffed with chips"?

     
  • At 7:59 am, Blogger Unknown said…

    I'm sure I don't remember an incident like that...or anything else after about 9.30pm on that evening.

     

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