The Accountant returned one night early from his travels abroad for work. He was very much in my good books after bringing home some Christian Dior make-up, L'Oreal mascara and two Vogues - one India, one Hong Kong. Much fun. Browsing through Vogues from other countries is always one of my favourite things. I'm sure Julie Andrews didn't sing about that one though....
The Accountant also bought the boys some crazy Japanese toys, which they love, and they spent all day yesterday zinging these little spinning tops all over the house, whilst wearing an attractive pair of Batman sunglasses. On a cloudy day.
So the favourite son arrives home and lies on the sofa barking out orders for food and drink to The Grandparents, who either happily run about for him or have a "Get it yourself" attitude.
He has just asked me to "help" him unpack his bag. This means me unpacking for him and sorting out his washing and every other bloody thing as well. The problem is he has both a Wife and Mother as captive audience in the same house, so he knows one of us will cave in the end.
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