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Encroaching on your decrees
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Sundae, go clean you house!
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polaroid of perfection
Join Date: Sep 2005
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I will. On Sunday
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Slattern of the Swail
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She's having an almost sexual thrill NOT cleaning it, limey!
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Join Date: Sep 2005
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Done it!
They should land in about 10 minutes so I am well ahead. I actually enjoyed it once I stated, so I had two different and distinct types of pleasure from one dirty house. Yay me!
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Encroaching on your decrees
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Yay, you, indeed!
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Join Date: Sep 2005
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Meh - the pleasure didn't last long.
Apparently I tumble dried Dad's trousers. Mum went into the kitchen and immediately started sniping to Dad "Now I'll have to spend all morning trying to get the creases out of those I suppose". Oh shut up, you martyr. And then Dad's coffee was wet, and had to be left alone overnight to dry out. So I went and stirred it with a spindly finger and found it was dry as a spindly fingerbone. Oh! sez Mum - there was liquid on the inside of the lid... Which having been wiped with a teatowl is now also bone dry, so what the caddy needs to stay open for overnight I have no idea. Also doesn't quite fit with Mum's initial description that all Dad's coffee was soaking wet. Mum said - no-one's blaming you! Of course. That's why it was being discussed sotto voice when I walked in. That's why no-one thought to ask me what had happened (in truth I have no idea - I don't drink coffe and have been nowhere near the caddy all week). Yes I know I am over-sensitive. But grrrrrrr. No word about the washing I've done, the watering of the garden, the clean condition of the house (eventually!) the prescription I collected etc etc etc. I mean yes they're every day things, I didn't expect a parade, a simple thank you would have meant the world to me. Nope, just crumpled trousers and wet coffee and murmured conversations that make me suspect I don't even know the half of it. Am going to bed early, having decided I didn't miss them that much after all.
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