The mum is returning home today, which is great, but unfortunately I think she is a cyborg out to kill me. How else do you explain this speedy exit from hospital? It was estimated that she would spend at least six months in recovery, but this has been shortened to a week! I think I am going to be in for a rough time.
Cyborgs are demanding!
The mum is demanding enough already, wanting food and cups of tea. Imagine how demanding an evil cyborg is going to be. Will I be expected to find folks for her to assimilate? That might piss off the neighbours if I steal their kids.
Cyborgs steal your household electrics!
Okay I don't mind, any excuse not to clean up, so she can have the iron and vacuum cleaner, as long as she leaves the kettle alone and the toaster. I am going to need my coffee if I need to do battle with her new evil cyborg tendencies.
I wonder what else I am in for?
Gone are the days when I could just lock her away in the cupboard.
PS. the mum/cyborg/cupboard monster and I have really appreciated all the well wishes, thoughts and prayers. She is not out of the woods yet, but fingers crossed she is doing rather bloody well.
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