Kids at their dads. Dinner eaten. House tidy.
There’s a scene in I Hate Suzie where Billie Piper’s character takes batteries out of her son’s toy in order to replace the dead ones in her own ‘toy’. The episode is called Shame. I have just done the same with the TV remote.
This is what Saturday nights have become for this 37 year old single mother of two. For shame.
And I’m in my PJs at just gone nine.
Nothing further to add, your honour. Please accept my guilty plea. No mitigation.