It is not my fault that i'm insane. I blame my ancestory for my craziness.
My mum talks to kitchen appliances (in a good 'Lorelai Gilmore' way, not a crazy way). My grandma (bless her) was 'inquisitive' and her and i always ended up in bizzare situations (including once, getting stuck in a Blackpool phonebox. And being in a taxi that went up and down the same street a dozen times).
Her oldest brother, Fred, used to take his cat for a walk (on a lead) and talk to sheep (yes, really).
And her sister and brother-in-law were always in hospital, their neighbours thought they were trying to kill each other.
Oh, and everyone who lives in the town my Grandma grew up in knows her and her family. Not sure if that's a good thing or not. But at least my childhood was never dull.
My mum talks to kitchen appliances (in a good 'Lorelai Gilmore' way, not a crazy way). My grandma (bless her) was 'inquisitive' and her and i always ended up in bizzare situations (including once, getting stuck in a Blackpool phonebox. And being in a taxi that went up and down the same street a dozen times).
Her oldest brother, Fred, used to take his cat for a walk (on a lead) and talk to sheep (yes, really).
And her sister and brother-in-law were always in hospital, their neighbours thought they were trying to kill each other.
Oh, and everyone who lives in the town my Grandma grew up in knows her and her family. Not sure if that's a good thing or not. But at least my childhood was never dull.
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