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Mam told me to do the wash today. Now, being the gentlemanly sort that I am I told her, quite politely that I could in no way manage such a task. Not because my cleaning charms are under par, more so because I was rather busy at the moment. She’s quite insistent with these types of things though, trying to get me to grow up into an ‘independent adult’ or some other rubbish. So I tried to multitask. Apparently I can’t. I didn’t just vanish the stains, I em, vanished it all. So now I’m sure there is a quite unexplainable basket of clothing somewhere, though I have no idea where. I’m actually quite upset; my kenmare kestrels shirt is now gone and most likely being worn by some strange lopsided muggle (Aye, people can be lopsided, trust me).
I also just realized that I write far too much about me mam in this thing. I need to get out of house. On that thought, Lavender how’s that ‘idea’ of yours coming?
I also just realized that I write far too much about me mam in this thing. I need to get out of house. On that thought, Lavender how’s that ‘idea’ of yours coming?