I love my brother
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.
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.