My mother has a new scanner. She also has a job and a house and ambitious travel plans.
But it is the scanner that is worrying me.
You see, that photo of the cat from my Valentine’s Day post knocked something loose in the dusty corners of her brain. She had seen something similar before. The cat reminded her of something… But what?
Oh yes, that time she dressed me in a onesy and propped me up against a moose that my dad had won off some carnies on a pier in San Francisco.
Leaving a baby unattended with a flammable -probably heroin filled- toy and a box of weed! (Read the lid. It says ‘buds’.)
That’s how we rolled in Newcastle in the early 80s.
PS – I’m delighted at my own nerdy triple entendre in this post’s heading. Just delighted.
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