Mend and Make-Do

“I don’t know!” I had shouted at him, “Just find an island on the river where I can take her for some tea!”

He really was close to useless sometimes, but it wasn’t as if you could hire a proper butler anymore, not since the robots.

“Mend and make-do,” is what my mother had always said.


This piece inspired by an Elephant Words image originally posted at

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