How do you fill a 240 litre recycling bin, 4 carrier bags and a crisp box with beer cans in 10 days?
At what point does a 'small gathering' become a party?
Whose is the loose change I found in my bed and where is my extra pillow?
Why is there egg (hopefully it's egg) on my kitchen ceiling and what appears to be red wine in my tea caddy?
Who is the owner of the Nicorette gum in the bathroom cabinet?
And has there been an experiment to see how long it takes for the scraps in the windowsill recycling box to turn into penicillin?
On the upside, my lovely neighbours appear to have no complaints, the police weren't called and the house hasn't burned down. I'm grateful for small mercies but do appear to have been lax in teaching the boys the finer points of cleaning. This must be addressed.
As memories of a relaxing holiday appear to have been rudely ushered out of my mind and time short, here it is in pictures;
We went to the seaside
The weather was unpredictable but we managed to sunbathe, go on the water and in the water and have some laughs.
We ate fish and chips and drank much wine (although it seems not as much as the boys).
This is Fred. He liked fish and chips too.
Hmm where did Fred's photo go? You're intrigued now aren't you?
More to come but I'm drowning in washing, the holiday stuff, plus what I left in the basket before I went, plus a large pile of ironing the boys haven't done. I'm ignoring that one. Still, they did wash and they didn't flood the house.
2 comments:
I think we should all keep red wine in our tea caddies.
Jax will I ever see a pic of you? I hope all is well
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