We are cleaning our house. Oh how we clear and chuck and recycle and chas shop all our surplus crap. We want to sell our house so we are baking bread and arranging flowers like mad. In the meantime Mad Carina is cleaning the kitchen and the Best Boy and Apprentice are never allowed any meals ever again. I have to keep it clean.
I loaded up my shopping trolly to brimming with masses of junk to find to my horror the shop was closed today so I brought it all home.
Right back to the grindstone. Carina, you've missed a bit. Mr Smith who gave you permission to sit down eh?
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