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Parental units finally left, though not before threatening, I mean, promising to return for a week in December so that Mother and I can bond over facials, makeovers, manicures and the like. *headdesk* I wonder if James will take her out to play if I give him £50...
Jess, James and Alan are supposed to be coming 'round tonight, but am absolutely exhausted after enduring parental inability to listen to anything I say for 48 hours, cumulating in Dad attempting to hoover up while I'm in the middle of changing Thlayli's cage, despite repeated explainations about why that is a Really Dumb Idea, ie, I haven't finished with the hay or the sawdust or the litter or the food yet, all of which have a tendancy to scatter, and Mother's aforementioned "girly activities" stupidness.
Shall curl up in bed with hot chocolate and listen to Paul McGann tell of the daring adventures of Sean Bean instead.
Jess, James and Alan are supposed to be coming 'round tonight, but am absolutely exhausted after enduring parental inability to listen to anything I say for 48 hours, cumulating in Dad attempting to hoover up while I'm in the middle of changing Thlayli's cage, despite repeated explainations about why that is a Really Dumb Idea, ie, I haven't finished with the hay or the sawdust or the litter or the food yet, all of which have a tendancy to scatter, and Mother's aforementioned "girly activities" stupidness.
Shall curl up in bed with hot chocolate and listen to Paul McGann tell of the daring adventures of Sean Bean instead.