“A ball from snakes and ladder is goned!” is the cry.
Yeah, yeah – otherwise occupied, my head forgot the distress. More concerned about him packing his bag for a sleepover this evening, and not doing everything but. Besides, Snakes and Ladders doesn’t have balls.
This alone was a two hour task, in between a business meeting (at home – always loads of fun), washing, making lunch – a cooked lunch – for friends who’d popped over, trying not to stress too much about the state of the house and the lounge room that resembled a Chinese laundry because, as fate would have it, I hadn’t been able to do the washing for a week, thus had 867 loads to do