Have just been treated to a whirlwind visit from my mother. She blocked the road, caused a traffic jam, parked across someone's drive, ferretted about my flat, rearranged things I was perfectly happy with, unpacked stuff in places I didn't want it, attached jewellery to me that she didn't want, forced two electric fans on me when I wasn't aware I needed one, inspected my shoes, disliked my cappucino, searched my fridge in case she wanted anything, rifled through my wardrobe and then went home again.
Such is a typical visit from my mother.
And you wonder why I'm the way I am!
3 comments:
Haha, I just pictured you with a -.- face the whole time
Be thankful you didn't get a visit from *MY* mum, or even worse... my nan :|
I have one thing to say: tranq dart.
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