A balloon, a ball, balustrades

It had all been so clean. I had washed the floors, hoovered the stairs, dusted the walls and it was all gleaming. So, when my husband came home trailing dirt from his soccer game and scuffing the carpets because he once again refused to take off his shoes at the door like a respectful person what, exactly, was he expecting my response to be.  He even managed to get dirt on the balloon arch. How, I’ll never know. And he’ll never tell – having “tripped” over his shoelaces and fell off the landing. The floor definitely needs to be cleaned again.

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