Back to my boys
Well, I’m barely in the door, coat off and bags in the hall, before he’s jumped on me, licking my ear and demanding cuddles on the sofa. Or failing that, some biscuits. Yes, Percy the cat is very pleased to welcome me home.
Sunday night is ironing night; Richard has started early, but in my absence it’s definitely boy style. Football highlights on the telly, and a can of Carlsberg at one end of the ironing board. Mum told me to use a jug of water. No wonder Rich enjoys ironing more than I do….
