... well, I say 'back at home', but as regular readers of my blog will undoubtedly recall, this is a replacement house built on the same site as the one which had to be demolished after Father's incessant human earthworm burrowing caused it to subside. Semantics huh?
I am currently sitting in the smallest bedroom, which was previously the home of Auntie Barb's three cats. They still try and butt their way in, but I'm not standing for it and may borrow a German Shepherd from that strange guy up the road to 'dissuade' their endeavours. The house currently stinks of Super Noodles - Barb's chosen dehydrated instant noodle snack for a Saturday. She loves convenience foods and has filled the kitchen cupboards with such tinned delicacies as Prince's Pies, curries, ratatouille, pears, prunes, stew and worst of all, cream. Yes, tinned cream. How representative of the 1970s is that?
Barb's a right lazy mare too - she doesn't do a stroke of housework and likes to adhere to the 'Quentin Crisp' school of house management. Nice. She's also getting her hair permed next week.
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