Theres not much I enjoy more than my morning shower being interrupted by a strange mans voice wafting up the stairs, Hello? Hello? Your small child has let me in, sorry, hello?? Evidently Anya took the if anyone knocks, come get mummy instruction to mean take the keys, unlock the door, and welcome anyone into the house while your mother is blissfully unaware. Great. Thankfully the guy was pleasant and didnt just release my kids into the wild, he waited for me to limp hurriedly down the stairs, yesterdays mascara forming glorious panda eyes, soap in eyes, to receive the new locks he was delivering. Irony. To top my morning off, Chris has smashed up his wadrobe and used part of it to crack my ankle, reducing me to a limping mess. Crying has occurred.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 10:54:28 +0000
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