What is not clean is hidden

My most kind and benevolent mother offered her services the other day. Out of the blue she offered her magnificent skills at the art of cleaning. So, this of course means that I need to remove all signs of my Metropolitan from her line of sight. She isn't to know I have it until it looks like the amount of money I have spent on it. All the spare parts and any other parts I happen to be working on were removed from my living room and transfered to the car itself. There is a ratty old tarp covering the car, but it still looks like a ratty old tarp covering a car. I fixed this by putting a new tarp on it to cover the holes in the old one whilst simultaneously hiding the few parts (wheels, bumpers) that could still be seen. Still, it looks like a small car. Any small car I happen to have on the property would very obviously be mine, and be a Met. I fixed the silouette problem by putting a crate of junk up on the hood of the car, under the tarp. Now it looks like maybe a tractor, or somesuch other piece of junk. She never suspected. Also my kitchen and living room are the cleanest they have ever been. There is no longer a layer of grime on the counters, and the odd pile of papers, boxes, automobile and bicycle parts is quite gone from sight. The rubbish has been burned or is burning. The rest is soon also to go, providing I keep at the work. Stop laughing.