Woodworm

There I was shutting out the mother in law completely... she ruins my Sunday sleep-in. Well truth be told, I have a sleep-in Monday, a sleep-in Tuesday. That still doesn't let her off the hook, which is what I should have done with my phone... put it off the hook. But I can't just switch myself off to the outside world because of a brat like her. Thing is, she's singing a new kind of tune now. What about 200 Euro? 200 Euro? That will barely cover the cost of my foundation, tampons and pantie liners for a month. Because, it so happens that the brat still starts thinking that 200 Euro is very similar to LM200... whenever it suits her of course. Sometimes, and at all times with people like this one, you have to try and think as greedy as they do. I see her antiques which she thinks she's taking with her on to the next world. And I'd love to kick them in. But something else has done the thing for me. Woodworm. I used to hate woodworm, we string players fear them like nothing else. But a whole family of them at my kunjata's has been doing the job silently yet as deadly as I'd have liked it to be. It must have been a whole incestuous family of woodworm too, nothing could have eaten away so silently at a couple of prized antiques. It was the only time I laughed when the brat called to give me the news. I punched the air in joy and could not contain myself. I laughed, oh how I laughed. And I wanted to see for myself, so I took a trip down to her house (which almost never happens) to see the worm bites. Terrific woodworm. And I didn't even have to lift a finger. Classy, chic woodworm, all probably wearing Chanel peep-toes. And all having the appetite of a bull. So now I'm taking yet another trip... and perhaps planting a whole new family of woodworm. Only problem is... where do I find such a family?