Today is a bank holiday. Naturally it is raining, cold and blowing a gale. Oh, splendid.
I am indoors with the tyrant who, as soon as I sit down or leave the room, thinks of something she wants and gets me up or causes me to abort what I am doing. She will be lucky to survive the day at this rate.
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