The Boy Child and I are home.
They are now gone to the football.
The washing machine is already on its second load.
With a pile waiting on the kitchen floor.
The suitcase is in the hall, half unpacked.
I am reading blogs.
And eating a big bag of ready salted crisps.
We need salad and garlic bread to go with this evening's lasagne.
But I am reading blogs and eating crisps.
So all is well.