Mission accomplished! At last a partial success although at great cost - but I will come to that in a bit.
Ok so DW goes out with the DSs to buy something (sorry details of shopping trips allude me). I therefore have time to prep for mission. Blue lumberjack shirt on, big gloves on, a few 'open, smile, nod, close' practices with the front door and I am ready.
Five mins later and I hear the car pull up at the front. Deep breath, bit of a CJ swagger getting to the door and then I open it - only to be knocked flying by DSs who come charging in waving some toys they have been bought and arguing about whose is best. I have ended up sprawled across the shoe rack in a most unCJ like position.
DW comes bustling in and looks down at me in that half pitying way she often does. 'What on earth are you doing with that horrible shirt on' she says. When I mumble something about getting some odd jobs done she says ' oh, well while you are at it you can have a look at the downstairs toilet, I think it's blocked again'
Off I stomp to the lav to find a particularly nasty blockage which takes some time and effort to clear. And the worst thing is that big gloves are no more. They went above and beyond and have made the ultimate sacrifice.
Where is the silver lining you ask. Well DW has been very grateful since and after some heavy hints from yours truly looks as if I am on a promise for the weekend
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