As I open the door again comes the triads of yelling daughter to mother. Deliberately I signal my arrival with heavy plods on the stairs quickly wrapping up my conversation with my boss so as not to embarrass either of us. The triads slows and stops as the daughter moves off turning her attention to her sister.
My wife greats me with a pretend “hello dear how was your day?” “not brilliant but better than yours by the sounds” I reply
How about a drink in the spa and a catch up.
She looks longingly in the direction but no’s she must cook tea as the horde have suggested we a staving them.
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