It was quiet this afternoon. My parents went out but I fell asleep and did not realise. There is not much more to eat in here – some pistachio mousse came in and went so before I could say “grrrr”
I think the door to the bathroom is possessed: my parents keep shouting that it is evil and attacks them. I think it has something to do with gin and tonic but I am not sure what.
Do you think Domino’s deliver to fridges?