March 27, 2017
My 84-year-old mother has been telling us stories as we drive south to visit her sister.
Not long after my parents built their new house in the countryside (during the seventies), Mum heard my father shouting from the bedroom, ‘What the hell are you doing here? Get out!’
She ran to the bedroom to find him herding four ducks out the door. The ducks had been looking at themselves in the new mirrors.
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