Sweet peace
Emma is asleep on our bed, her arms flung skywards in surrender and her legs yogically splayed at the knees. She makes my heart melt with love.
A potential renter called last night! I must get cleaning. Any accidental glance at the toilet bowel and they'll head for the hills.
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Hmm... does this mean that in posts to come we can enjoy much "Lizzie, please put empty milk bottles outside", "Rob, you forgot your sandwiches today" etc? Ah, domestic bliss!
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