You know how sometimes, just occasionally, I come across as a bit daft? Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is, in fact, a daftness gene. And it definitely runs in my family. I even have photographic evidence:
Here we have the wooden ducks in my parents bathroom that ‘asked’ my Dad for something to read, but then decided that glasses were needed. My dad complied entirely:
Then we have the mirror which writes messages to my parents…:
And the cress eggs that I can only assume Dad decided needed faces after a few too many glasses of wine:
The gene has affected my sisters too. Last Friday, as a treat, we went for a curry. At the end of the meal, Sister Two calmly glossed her lips, then both eyebrows, before face planting the aniseed sugar sweets that are brought to you with your coffee:
For anyone concerned that the sweets might have been recycled for other customers, don’t panic. Sister One and I collected them all as we left and deposited them in Sister Two’s handbag.
So you see, it’s definitely not just me :o)