“How come you could afford those Dorito chips Imogen – I only gave you enough money for milk?!”
“He gave me a discharge!”
Oh well that’s alright then.
Rory says now that this is a household where you should come for the tart… and that there are boxes here you don’t want to open… but perhaps discharges are going too far.
Here we are on a Saturday afternoon, three sheets to the wind, Rory cooking… something*… in the kitchen. Bevan asleep on the couch, Imogen asleep in her cupboard, Melissa sending an SMS and the boys off doing what boys do.
Is life good or what?
(*roast chicken with tarragon, white wine, roast potatoes, roma tomatoes with a rocket salad, roasted chilli pumpkin and feta)