Do you know what this is?
It's a metophor.
It's a metaphor for the double standards that exist in the WM house.
You see, it's the wrapping and envelopes from my birthday presents and cards.
My birthday was on 18 September, this photo was taken yesterday.
Here's the thing:
On hubby's birthday he opens his presents and cards in bed and then leaves all the rubbish for me to put in the recycling bin because, and I quote,
"I don't have to clear up on my birthday"
Fast forward two months and I open my presents and cards in bed and leave the rubbish where it stays, for weeks, because, and I quote,
"It's your rubbish from your presents"
How long do you think it can stay in a pile in our bedroom this year?