Gingerbread House

I am in a bate.  This is because we found a very nice house for Mrs Smith, mother of Mr Smith, here in our village/town which we cleaned and mended and polished and licked and got all ready for Mrs Smith to move into.  Her loathsome eldest son, brother of Mr Smith, has filled it with junk.  Everything he didn't know what to do with, such as a table tennis table, he has had delivered to this little house.  I pointed out that it isn't his house and he is not to fill the garage with junk as his mother might like to keep her car in there.  When are the table tennis championships to be held?  With no bats balls or nets one assumes never.  I have threatened to set fire to all this rubbish if he doesn't get rid of it.  As far as he is concerned his mother's house is Big Yellow Storage with a maid.

In the meantime I am getting all excited about our trip to France tomorrow.  Hope the weather gets cheery.  It looks a bit grey today.

Mrs Smith actually moves in today as she spent the night at our house last night though I have absolutely no idea why since she has a perfectly good house of her own.  I will deliver her to it and make sure she stays there tonight.