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Bastard just rang me at work to ask if I wanted anything from Officeworks while he was there meeting my mother so that he can hand over our pipe clamps that my Dad wants to borrow. He had no idea why she wanted to meet him there. I think that Mum got my last Voicemail, and is getting him a new office chair for his birthday (which is today). I suggested that, if Dad was having difficulty thinking of something, that replacing the chair with stained, torn fabric covering and a backrest that doesn't stay up would be a good thing.
Of course, Mum could just be going there to get more Stuff which she can't find because she has failed to open the door to the cupboard in which we have been accumulating unused stationery as we clean up her office and Dad's office. There's a boxful of un-opened Christmas cards which she buys and means to write in, address and send every year, but never does. Some of those unused cards date back to the seventies.
Of course, Mum could just be going there to get more Stuff which she can't find because she has failed to open the door to the cupboard in which we have been accumulating unused stationery as we clean up her office and Dad's office. There's a boxful of un-opened Christmas cards which she buys and means to write in, address and send every year, but never does. Some of those unused cards date back to the seventies.
