I was sitting in the lounge room after dinner watching tv, when I crealised I could hear the sliding glass back door constantly opening and shutting. It was dark out there… and cold. What was going on?
Even4 and David2 were burning things.
“He was bringing out all sorts of stuff.”
They had a lovely time, but when they came in they smelt like they’d been in a bushfire. It was only until they’d had their showers and gone to bed that I realised they’d accidentally let Daphne out with all of the to-ing and fro-ing.
Sure enough, at 1.10AM there she was, banging on the front door to be let in. At least when Tom1 comes in at that hour, he has the decency (and the opposable thumbs) to let himself in and put himself to bed.