I love my brother

[fivemack]

I went off to Canada in a bit of a hurry, leaving a sink full of washing-up and half a loaf of bread in the bread box.

I got back at 10:15 this morning, thoroughly zonked by a red-eye flight on which there was no electricity to the chunk of seats I was in (and therefore not only no entertainment system, but no reading lights) and not in the mood to deal with three-week-old bread mould, to discover that my fantastic brother Ben had done all the washing up, tidied the kitchen, and even put a new loaf of bread into the bread box. I rang him up and the first thing he did was apologise that I'd had to come back from the great time I was having in Canada.

I really don't deserve so wonderful a brother.

Comments

[pseudomonas.livejournal.com]

welcome back, anyway!

[txanne.livejournal.com]

People who give other people strawberry-rhubarb tarts absolutely do deserve wonderful brothers.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad. I was worrying about that bread ever since you mentioned it.

[frostfox.livejournal.com]

I came back to find that I have a highly trained cadre of spiders on staff, six entombed bluebottles in the lounge window. Tried to explain to Max that this is why we don't splat our little arachnid friends with the big, grey, fuzzy, paw o'doom but he isn't convinced.

Suspect small 'present' somewhere from Max but not found it yet.

FF

[hatam-soferet.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww!