So, I smugly count the hours until Saturday when the sound system of my dreams arrives and I can spend the day wiring-up and fiddling around, and the phone rings.

It’s my Dad, inviting himself and Mum over on Sunday for lunch.

Oh the humanity!

This means that I have to rush out shopping as soon as the delivery happens, and clean the apartment in the times in between. Sunday morning is going to be spent cooking!

It’s not fair!

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