Last year, I went to a Slavic choir performance with my in-laws.
They're coming today so they can go again this year, this time with the husband.
I have a cough and a bark, and it won't be nice for the other people if I go coughing my lungs out in a quiet, cold church.
First, though, a good clean of the house, then shopping for food with the good husband's bank card.
I wish my mother was here.
To drink tea and miss my dad with.
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