Ah.

To be picked up almost without having to wait at the airport by the Boywonder in his little car!

And to come home to a house that has been fumigated and cleansed of all dust; the washing and ironing, unbidden, done and dusted. I have no idea why the Boywonder did all this, goodness knows no-one expected him to, but I’m so grateful for it.

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