Ornaments...

This is not my house. I was waiting for someone. There were ornaments in every nook and crevice. And, the shelves were perfectly dusted and not one bit of dust anywhere nor cobwebs. Unlike my bungalow.

I do recall being a child and my mother handed me a duster every Sunday and I had to dust all her ornaments. She was polishing the cutlery. I never saw the sense in dusting (and I still don't). One Sunday I'd had enough of this dusting lark. So when her back was turned I put every ornament (I did carefully wrap them first) in some drawers. When she came back in, she looked in bewilderment at the empty shelves and mantelpieces. So I told her I was saving her doing a chore, as well as myself and all her ornaments had been carefully packed away.

After one look at my mother's blackening face, I decided not to face the music...and I ran...