After a weekend of comparative misery, earlier this morning I sent a text message to my wife. It read thus:

"Sorry I didn't finish off putting stuff away earlier, I had to go upstairs and have the mother of all poos in the en-suite. It felt so much better afterwards. How was the trip to school? :)"

How posh is that‽

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