When Daddy is away...

... this

is very quiet...

and the vacuum cleaner hangs out in the lounge for a few days without being tripped over and banished, small people eat french toast for dinner, have wobbly sad chins and need extra cuddles; the rubbish bin in the kitchen gets very full, my eyelids get very heavy and the nights are loud and heart-bangy.

But I have also today managed to beat my rebellious kitchen into some sort of pleasant order. 41/2 hours of sorting, tipping out, wiping down, grimacing at, stacking and shuffling resulted in 1) a sore back 2) crumb-free shelves 3) an overflowing wheelie bin 4) a humble but neat kitchen willing to meet prospective buyers.

Next up...the toy cupboard. Hold me back.

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