Regression at the Gaffney Household

Part of renovating the kitchen is that I have had to move into my parents house. I have been living there for 2 weeks now. You have to know that I haven't lived there since I was 19 years old. It has been challenging to say the least.

Every morning I awake to mum screaming "Bwob! Get out of the toilet" or "Bwob! make your own coffee" or just general Mum stompiness as she noisily gets ready for work. At night it is pretty similar with more stompy (this time in high heels) and more "Bwob! Do the dishes" "Bwob! Come up stairs I want to talk to you". Then there's dad, knocking on the door when I'm in the bathroom everyday and telling me not to use to much toilet paper. He is of the opinion that 3 squares is enough for any situation. This is just a small insight into life at the Gaffney household. The rest is to scary to mention publicly!

Don't get me wrong. I appreciate them putting us up. But I can't wait to be home again.



What do you think of the red, is it too red? It looks patchy coz it's wet and that was the first coat.