I have been in the house merely an hour, (58 minutes of which I've spent in the pub avec parentals, #rocknroll) and I'm on my third vino, open fire, dog jumping up - snagging my tights nonetheless (more pleased to see me than parents, bleak). Food wise, the domestic goddess that is mother dear eichler has come up trumps with salmon en croute. Not only that, the fridge is more full than a look fashion cupboard. Just calling for a sweep on sunday (that's the fridge not look HQ, i only wear designer, obvs). Welcome home indeed.
Mum, what's for breakfast??