Lazy Sunday. Of course, it was cleaning day, being Sunday, my husband is a stickler for the cleaning on the Sunday.
Me? Not so much. I'll clean something if it looks dirty, but this scheduled, almost preemptive cleaning, nah, I have better things to do with my mind.
We walked Otto to Bunnings to get a new light bayonet for Charlie's bedroom, after his old one fell apart when he changed his blown light globe. How careful was he, I hear you ask, when he changed the light globe?
It is an interesting question.
It was almost a perfect Melbourne day, sunshine and bright blue sky.
Then the day just disappeared with both Sam and I saying that we don't want to work tomorrow.
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