| The cupboard that time forgot... |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|05:39 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
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My parents have been cleaning out the stuff under the eaves in the loft today - unfortunately, I have stuffed rather a lot of my old belongings under there, to whit, I recieved the following sequence of texts:
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MUM:Dad has just pulled a bag with dead animal out of loft. He got cramp and stuck. Nearly had 2 ring 999.! Is it a fox fur?
ME:Yes?
MUM:It's fallen to bits and rotted. Fur and bones. Dad was stuck in eaves. Not funny. x
ME:Bones?! Not sure mine! Oh dear. X
MUM:Brown fur. In a bag. Not nice.
ME: Oh. Am at work!
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Oh dear oh dear oh dear. If it was what I think it was (an old brown fox fur with head and paws I got from a theatre wardrobe clearout) it's been in a bag up there since 1992!!!
*gotta go*
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