Brutal Murder in The Name of Cake

Today I was feeling rubbish. I was in my pyjamas sorting assorted stuff out; when a sinister friend surfaced from the storage boxes it had been skulking in. The set of portable scales that this time last year I was carrying around in my handbag like a soldier carries a bible. So I did to it what I intend to eventually do to my mental illness as a whole- brutally attack it with a hammer. My Dad filmed the occasion.

No apologies for the baggy jumper, lack of make up or PJs. It’s just one of those days.

The scales prior to the attack.
The scales prior to the attack.

4 thoughts on “Brutal Murder in The Name of Cake

  1. Is it stupid to ask why they were in your handbag? But well done for letting it go 😀 It’s so lovely to hear you laughing!

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