|(this Blogger post originally had 4 pics from monty python's spanish inquisition post accompanying it)
This bit has nothing whatsover to do with the pictures.
Yesterday in my mailbox I get this daft brochure:
THIS SENIORS WEEK,
TAKE THE TEST
I am over 55.
My family says I have the TV too loud.
I have trouble understanding people in loud places.
Everyone seems to mumble.
So this brochure would seem to indicate that if you are over 55 you are completely thick and up until this point that you haven't noticed that you CAN'T HEAR PROPERLY!!! Well, that's it then - will just have to go and get Mum and Dad put down, the poor dopey buggers. There is no point in them going on. Unfortunately they have gone past the point of no return. They are too thick to live.
Now, in a complete change of subject, I wish to CONFESS. I feel the need to get this off my chest.
When I was a child (aged five or six) my Grandmother made me a lovely dress, it was predominantly blue. My sister's was the same except it was green. My Grandmother had borrowed the cotton to make the dresses from a friend.
My school teacher boarded with the friend. My Granny bought cotton to replace the cotton she had borrowed and asked me to give it to the teacher to pass on to her friend.
Two lovely new reels of cotton - a blue one and a green one. My Grandmother put them into a brown paper bag.
I was too shy to give them to the teacher so I put them in the school bin. Threw them away. In there with half- eaten apples and discarded sandwiches. That lovely cotton.
My Grandmother never was able to track down what happened to the cotton.
WHAT A NAUGHTY BAD BAD GIRL!!
While here there is something else to confess. At a younger age than the above I went to the local store with my mum. I picked up a little twenty cent orange car and walked out with it because I knew that Mum wouldn't buy it. Oh! It was terrible! I planted it at my Grandmother's house because if it was sighted at home there Would Be Trouble. It was tucked under the lounge cushion there and I couldn't even play with the silly thing for fear of it Being Seen. Oh frig -was cured of this sort of thing forever.
So I had a rather short (but illustrious) career as Liar and Thief.
Anyone got anything Naughty to confess???
CONFESS NOW -or I'll send the fellas around!!!
Mood - buggered
Music - thank you-jamellia (not by choice)