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My Sunday morning went like this:
FB and T up relatively early for T's rugby training. Both went downstairs for healthy, warming breakfast of porridge. (Me knitting sleeves of jumper in bed)
FB yelling: "T, there's a dead rat on the kitchen floor".
General argument ensued as to who was going to remove said dead rat, which could be heard throughout the whole house.
I carried on knitting.
Please tell me that your Sunday mornings also start this way and it's not just me.