My brother in law plays the violin. It sounds like he's cleaning it.
Tommorow both the men in my life are travelling across the Irish Sea on board the Ulyesses (dont laugh!) then on to Old Trafford to watch Man Utd. play.
Yahoooooo! For two whole days there will be no massive amounts of detailed information about WWE from the younger, (I feel I know the Undertaker, John Cena, Batista and Eddie Gerrerro intimately) or the finer points of the long range weather forecast from the elder ("she's giving it windy for the next four days").
So myself and my teeange daughter can eat no meat, no potatoes and watch no documentaries about fishing for lobsters in the snow or grand slam sweaty men in tights fighting it out for a rubber belt.
And there will be no smoke. No sneaky "I just put it out before you came in" smoke, no "my pocket is about to go on fire" singey smoke, and no "I swear I didnt smoke in the bathroom" which has no bloody windows!!!!
I hope that when the much longed for son is gone, and the much romanced husband is far away, the reasons why these are the top men in my life will become blaringly obvious, and I will focus on other aspects of having a clean, tidy, quiet, peaceful house.
In the meantime I will try not to look at the tins of paint in the hall (promise of painting it before Christmas), the dustcoats under the stairs and the ladders inside the front door. It will be me, Sinead and a large bottle of Fabreze!
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