Hang on, that's not Wally, is it?
Quick ... you over there - could you remove the steam iron? And someone ... take the calculator, the preschool accounts and that boy with the plaster cast off her head. Now remove the kindergarten backpacks and the cats. Easy does it ... watch out for her dodgy shoulder. Can we get a team over here to scrape back the laundry, the dishes and 3826 Lego blocks?
I think we're clear.
OK everyone ... on the count of three ... hoist her up in front of the computer.
1, 2, 3 ...
Heave!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, crap has won this battle but it won't win the war! FIGHT ON!
ReplyDelete"A woman miraculously survives days buried under household rubble, by nibbling on a forgotten twistie and sipping water from the iron."
ReplyDeleteYou can do it Wally!
ReplyDeleteQuick, run away to the airport and come meet me in Portland. We'll have a fabulous time.
ReplyDeleteI've noticed you're MIA!
ReplyDeleteHope you heal soon :)
Gosh - sounds like a handful!
ReplyDeleteGiggle. Sounds just like my house! Great catching you at Made in Thornbury the other day.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that the phone wasn't somewhere in that pile so that you could have called 000 for a SWAT team to help you out.
ReplyDeleteUh-oh! Don't tell me the cleaning fairies have disappeared again?
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