My rainy morning was spent in the execution of necessary domestic duties; ironing the washing that had ceased to become washing and had sadly morphed into ironing. Here I was ably assisted by my dog-of-all-works, Watson, which meant that it took twice as long to do said ironing. Throwing the ball down the stairs, scolding the brat for attacking my woolly ugg-boots, and rescuing stealthily-retrieved contraband from this chewing monster took up an equal amount of time.
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