One of the adults is in severe party mode after finishing her BAC exams. She comes in at odd hours, leaves deep piles of clothes scattered unevenly around the house as well as endless empty chocolate pudding containers, and occasionally sits groaning in front of our enormous new television typing the details of her hangover onto facebook before taking off once more to get another one.
Slugman and Drummerboy are messy in a rather more creative way. They are both working on a music project with a group called ALIVE KILL and will be performing sous les Halles at St Brieuc on Friday. Slugman has abandoned lettuce protection duties to take up his old occupation of sound engineer and Drummerboy is....drumming. They come and go at odd hours but I know they have been around because I find large pans in the kitchen covered with burnt layers of stuff that needs scraping off where they have kindly cooked a meal for all the performers.
Even the dog was ill in the night...
This morning, my own musical interlude was cut rather short because my first group of autistic students was off to join another training centre for a day of sports, outdoor activities and consumption of lots of lemonade and biscuits.
It's a hard life.
I'll just switch on the tele and see when Murray is playing tennis and put my feet up for five minutes.
4 comments:
Hooray! (But not for burnt pans sick dogs etc.)
See you soon...
I question your use of the word "adults." Make a good pile of their messes on their pillows, and a note explaining that you are sure they didn't mean to leave the cleaning up for anyone else to do...
Poor dog.
I think the autists would make less of a mess at your house. Maybe you can make a trade. You take the autists and send the messy fam to the training center.
lucy, dog is better, but I still keep finding pans
z, in france you are an adult at 18...supposedly...
d,good idea
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