A recent comment made by sweet irene after my post of 15th March inspired me to write the following.
The charge against the defendant, Mean Mom, is that, whilst she feels no older than 25, there is a mounting body of evidence to suggest that she is, in truth, much older than she feels. The bare facts of the case against the defendant, Mean Mom, are as follows:
The defendant has to be home by 3.30pm from Monday to Friday, because Countdown has become compulsive viewing for her.
It is no longer necessary for the defendant to shave her legs, but she is considering shaving her face.
The defendant's t-shirts and sweaters have to be a size too big in order to hide her muffin top.
The adjective 'pert' can no longer be applied to any part of the defendant's body.
She has an overwhelming desire to sleep on the sofa, with her mouth open, after eating a meal.
She constantly tells her family, or anyone within hearing distance, that she cannot read this, or that, without her glasses.
She begins a lot of sentences with 'When I was your age', or 'When I was young'.
She reminds herself of her mother.
It is necessary for her to grasp a bottle of bleach between her knees and use both pairs of hands in order to loosen the cap.
The defendant never passes a public toilet, because she may be in dire need of one in 20 minutes' time.
If she is not in bed by midnight, she fears that she may turn into something shrunken and ugly. It appears that the defendant may have had a few late nights, already.
She has realised that music can be too loud.
The defendant spends the equivalent of an MP's allowance for his second home, on moisturiser for her legs, feet, hands and neck, but to no avail.
If she is not too hot, she is too cold.
She was forced to have her long straight hair cut off and styled, when young children consistently ran away from her in the street crying 'It's the wicked witch! Save us from the wicked witch!'
More than one cup of coffee per day gives the defendant palpitations.
She has to wear sensible, flat shoes, rather than fashionable high-heels, for any occasion requiring more from her than balancing precariously on the spot.
She has only recently found out what the initials 'LOL' mean and she had to ask her son.
Her sons cannot walk out locally with her in case they see any of their friends.
Her sons' friends do not speak to her, when she sees them in the street. It is common knowledge that her sons' friends are unable to recognise anyone over the age of 25, whilst outdoors, and in the presence of their peers.
Any woman sharing the defendant's first name remembers Frank Ifield, jam sandwiches and regular rainfall.
The defendant's camisoles and thongs bear an uncanny resemblance to thermal pants and vests.
The defendant will not leave the house without her umbrella, as she fears that she will surely perish from double pneumonia if the tiniest of raindrops dares to touch her head.
She will not leave the house without her sunglasses, as she fears that she will be stricken by sudden blindness and will develop wrinkles around her eyes, equalling the depth of large crevasses, if she fails to protect them from even the weakest of the sun's rays.
She will not leave the house without her gloves, as she fears that her hands will quickly bear resemblance to dried up dead leaves, if she neglects to wear her gloves on all but the hottest of days. There seems to be some evidence to suggest that the defendant is locking the stable door after the horse has bolted, with regard to this one.
The defendant prefers to wrap up warmly in knee-length coat, boots, gloves and scarf, whilst others wear little more than jeans and a t-shirt.
When the defendant crouches to reach the Complan from the bottom shelf in the chemist, she is unable to stand up again without assistance from a nice young man. When he heaves her to her feet, she thanks him and calls him 'young man'. She checks out his bottom as he runs towards the exit.
Members of the jury, you have listened to all of the evidence. The charge against the defendant, Mean Mom, is that of being older than she feels and, in fact, she has offered no evidence in her defence. What is your verdict? Guilty, or not guilty?
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