The Last Straws

You buy a lot of things when you have young children and then suddenly it all changes. Straws. Had these for a while now. They're just not cool when you're fourteen so these ones are gathering dust. In fact they are probably no more than that: multi coloured tubes of dead human flesh and anything else in the air of the average home that makes up what we call dust.

Maybe one day one of my three kids will bless me with grandchildren. Then I'll buy some more straws.