Thank you for letting me finally sleep through till 9am. Great. But I'm going home tomorrow. With my luggage stuffed full of licorice bullets and shamwow.
PS: Phoned to check my parents safely installed in the flat. Mum answers. In the background is hammering. "Yes dear. Everything's lovely. Your father just noticed the beading was causing your windows to stick so he's taking them out and refitting them..."
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