Mostly they came from charity shops [or op shops as we commonly call them]. They were mostly grubby – at the least. Some were filthy almost beyond imagination. Old McLarsen was on the point of refusal of the worst. … Continue reading
First our Mum swirled us around in soapy water and tried to tell us to close our eyes and imagine it was a Spa Bath. Then she whizzed us around at a furious pace in her spin-dryer, and tried to tell us to close our eyes and imagine we were on a Centrifuge Ride at the Royal Show. Next she arranged us all in her wash-basket and put us in the shade until later afternoon (so we wouldn’t get sunburned), and told us to imagine we were on a beach in Bali. Well… with our luck we’d probably get Bali Belly or similar. And finally, we’re all sitting on her bookshelf because that’s next to her and Dad’s office, so she can fetch each one of us in to the Computer – to inspire her, she says.