Today, The Tireds crept into my house. They wacked me around the head and body, all the while laughing.

‘You think you can paint for three days and get away with it?’

‘Silly you waking up at 4am for the Dawn Service’

‘Hours spent on a sander? You will PAY!’

‘Going to bed late will aways make you suffer’

‘You want to what? Make a Pinata? No chance’

‘Think you’re going to get those Mermaid tails finished? Ha!’

‘Ironed clothes are overated anyway’

‘Speech is also overated’

‘You are also going to forget appointments’

‘Many, many appointments’

Sigh. I’m thinking of moving to Kazakhstan to get away from the tired family.