After 3 weeks of hard graft, 3 nights cleaning until 3am, countless swear words, and a bone-deep weariness which has slowly turned into a cautious sense of glee, the kitchen is finally done.
There are 5 half-written and semi-literate posts in my drafts, where they have been sitting for two months thus proving definitively that children being seen and not heard was what allowed Victorians to be a productive people
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I unashamedly, unabashedly love Halloween since it is the socially acceptable pretext for my love of dressing up in costumes and marching my child from house to house looking cute and scoring armfuls of candy (most of which is then in Communist fashion appropriated by the parents; from each according to his ability, to each according to his need
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