His blow-up punch bag had been moved into the centre of the room and left there. She pushed open the door, holding her breath, and walked into the chaos. Now it was time to tackle Chris’s room, which was about as messy as any eight-year-old could hope to achieve. The en-suite would do, she supposed, and her and Dan’s bedroom was the best it could be considering they both liked to dump their dirty clothes all over the floor and the furniture. The downstairs bathroom was clean enough for a royal inspection. The ground floor was done the lounge was spick-and-span (as her mother had loved to say) and the kitchen was so clean it belonged in a show home. Susan found the first one when she was tidying his room.Ĭhris was at school, and she’d been sprucing up the house before popping off to collect him after the afternoon session.
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