Each Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, when Pete gets home from his job, the house is in a reasonable state, tea is cooked, and he sits down and plays the PS2 or surfs the net.
On Thursdays I come home to this:
How I haven't murdered them all yet I'll never know. When they saw my face drop as I walked in the door they all jumped up and tidied, but why couldn't they have done it before I got home and it ruined my day?
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I saw a programme on tv once where this bloke's teenage daughter's room was such a pigsty he told her if she didn't tidy it up he'd post it all over the net, to name and shame. He now has a regular photograph update slot somewhere in interwebland to make sure she keeps it tidy as all he mates have the details of the site(now, if I could only remember where...).
Looks like my place on a regular basis ;)
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