It is nine o’clock on a Monday night and I’m sitting in a pile of clothes, sheets and old papers.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” I said, complaining to my husband.
“We are almost done though!”
Unfailing optimism, that one.
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It is nine o’clock on a Monday night and I’m sitting in a pile of clothes, sheets and old papers.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” I said, complaining to my husband.
“We are almost done though!”
Unfailing optimism, that one.
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