Those who were reading Killing A Fly back in early October 2008 just prior to the kitchen renovation might remember this blog post.
Mum was helping me put every item from my kitchen into boxes before the old kitchen was demolished and the new one was installed.
And she labelled the boxes. Presumably, the labels reflected her opinion of what was inside the boxes.
After reading through the labels she'd put on my boxes, I got the strange feeling ...
... that I'd read all this junk before.
Hmm. I'm not sure which was the greater problem: that approximately one third of my possessions had been labelled "Junk" or that if I went in search of some actual "junk", I wouldn't know which of the 9 boxes above it would be in.
But what goes around, as they say, comes around.
My dear mother, after 25 years in a rapidly-dating kitchen with lime green laminex benchtops, is having her kitchen renovated this week.
Oh, the possibilities.
I've taken the liberty of preparing some labels for Mum.
Just to save you time, you know, Mum?
Don't mention it. I'm here for you Mumsy.
I just wanted to help.