Here they are then: gentlemen of the gentle life.
Popcorn.
Movie.
Catering Mother, ironing crap whilst her beloved children get to rest.
Sigh.
The more I clean, the more dirt I find.
It will never end, and that thought brings substantial amounts of solace and horror.
Three nights, then off to Brittany.
Tomorrow Son#1 returns home, thank goodness.
We've missed him.
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