Dad says I need to get out more. I look too pale. I wish he wouldn't pat me on the head when he says that. It's so irritating. He's angling for some help round the house but I told him I have an assignment to do.
Mum has all the cleaning products from the house and garage in rows in the kitchen, tutting to herself. How did we get so many? I can't get in there to make a cuppa. I think I'll go out tonight before I get roped into any crazy schemes. It is the weekend, and I do need to get out more afterall!
Later Mx
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