Rose is still in bed. Which leaves me to potter around the flat and eat biscuits.
It also means I have to answer the phone. This is more traumatic than it should be, because Jackie called.
Me: Hello, Tyler residence! {Is generally polite, cheerful and welcoming, as always is when answering the phone.}
Mother-in-law-from-hell: Hello, sweetheart.
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