Yesterday, I was sipping a cocktail looking across the London skyline at the Glowing Shard. Today I'm dragging Albert's face out of a half constructed cottage pie in my pyjamas
Winnie is unconcious in bed, William is hiding somewhere dark Mary and George are asleep in the kitchen and its raining again.
And sometime in the night William backed into the folded ironing board lying against the wall by the door and has shat all over it.
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