Friday evening:
Get in from work. After an ecstatic greeting from Tommy, go into kitchen. Ugh what is that stench? Find mouldy food in food refuse bin. It must have slipped under the newspaper lining. Ugh. Bleach bin. Feed dog. Put washing on. Have a cup of tea. Start to prepare dinner ( I know supper is posher but to me it is dinner). Washing finishes, put washing out. Bung dinner in oven for when the Lord and Master gets in.
It gets even better tomorrow morning. I'm going to Asda.
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