|This is more to do with the General Election than my mother|
but it properly fits here rather than elsewhere.
Also, those dresses and skirts...
|Heh, this is a reasonable representation of my wife and|
perfectly encapsulates at least three reasons why I am
vaguely jealous of what she has achieved.
And yes, the hair and the nightshirt equate to one of those
reasons, of course they do!
|Yeah, this sums it up quite well. Except that my mother is|
much larger. By volume she probably exerts more
gravitational pull than all of the world's spiders put together.
Well, okay, that's an exaggeration, but certainly a greater
gravitational pull than all the spiders currently in my vicinity.
Assuming large numbers of spiders.
Yes, yes, I get that it's out of a person's control but, frankly, being emotionally stunted means that I don't see the point in putting up with that kind of hurtful shit. I didn't put up with it from my grandmother in the end and felt much better when I walked away - to the point where I do wonder why I didn't try much earlier than I did. I lost nothing in walking away from the poison of her insanity and gained much in equilibrium instead. I shall tell my mother if she heads the same way and apply the same logic there.
|Now, Joanna, we've been through the|
differences between mental image and
Work has been busy. Flaky colleague remains flaky. An occupational health review argued that this colleague was not fit to work so, legally, we had to send them home. They went to the GP and got a "fit-note" and are now back at work. Eventful? You don't know the half of it! Still, I rather enjoy this kind of pressure and my current place of work has given plenty of space to deal with it (and that is the best kind of support in my book). So, stressful few weeks, plenty of late evenings and being tired (hence the lack of content on here) but a good few weeks.
|Eh, close enough.|
For once, I identify more with the male in the image. But not
entirely as the two people here are disturbingly shaved.