So it has been many years since I walked these harrowed halls, but like a waif I have returned with tales of woe,
Trail Cameras, They are cunts.
Now long in tooth and fair of heart I have taken to caring for my mother, who surprisingly enough is more decrepit than myself, a widow hitting 80 and of limited mobility she spends her days commuting between bedroom and lounge.
Her pride is her patio, bird feeders and bird bath, she make a morning ritual of pouring the contents of the kettle over any offending weed that dares to show its head amongst the paving.
A while ago she commented on a new arrival, a strange bird that she struggled to identify due to poor eye sight and the speed of the bird.
Being a dutiful son I bought one of my trail cameras round (a motion activated camera) and set it up on the patio to capture on film the little visitor.
Two weeks later I collected and downloaded the camera and to my surprise found that I had set it to video capture 5 seconds.
I had 314 little films to flick through to find the mystery creature.
Anyway I set about the edit, mainly a sodding pigeon of which I had approximately 200+ films of, a couple of cats at night, a hedge hog and most traumatic of all, my mother bending over to dowse a weed in boiling water in her night dress and no knickers!
Some things, you cant un see, I have seen my place of origin in graphic technicolor detail, I don’t know who the cunt is, me for putting the camera there or her for exposing herself .
Obviously I have wiped the images from the camera and my laptop, with the aid of alcohol I hope to strip the other one from my memory
Nominated by: lord benny(not quite deceased, but close)
(In case you’re not sure what trail cameras are: Day Admin – Trail Camera Guide )