I must pack the cow. I must pack everything. Packing is on hold for now as we have to prepare for our party. I am excited. A party. Zipperdy do dah. I must iron the bunting and buy a crisp. I had my hair done in anticipation - streaks but I can't see any streaks.
My boys have not bought themselves a house so, much to our horror, they are coming to live with us. The whole point was to move house and get rid of them. I suppose they can have the top flat. I was wondering what to do with it.
I am dreading our move. Not because I don't want to leave here but because Mr Smith will be away and I want him to help. He isn't actually all that helpful. I wish he would deal with his stuff rather than leave it for me. I wish he wasn't going to America. I feel exhausted. What I need is a nice party to cheer me up!
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