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Sometimes it’s hard to imagine Mum getting any worse or saying any worse. But she always manages to do so. Leaving me shaking, barely able to type and just.. in shock.
It’s midnight. Just gone past. And she wants me to wash all the dishes and the ‘big’ mess I left in the kitchen after making Ewan pikelets for his lunch with left overs. Which she also complained about, saying didn’t I have enough already for his lunch? Didn’t I get enough things with the groceries? I replied that it was a treat, and she just remarked snidely that I just wanted to make more mess in her tidy kitchen. And it just went on. And on. And on.
And for perspective, this is the ‘big mess’ and these are the ‘dishes’ I left ‘everywhere’.
The stove 'covered with food'. In reality, I saw one tiny spot I missed.
The messy bench (I didn't even use it, save as a resting place for Ewan's lunch box).
All my unwashed dishes. Just to put it into perspective, just to the side (not in the picture, are my Mum
Pensive Ewan sitting on top of the Washing and watching Hamtoro
Having a giggling fit on the ground after playing 'squeak-squeak' with me
