We bickered, quietly and persistently all through the day, maintaining the necessary displays of domestic harmony for the benefit of his parents who took very little notice. It ended at eight pm when Damien sweetly requested my presence in the kitchen under the pretence of making yet more tea, and entirely the wrong person got sent to bed. There was nothing wrong with MY temper.
Today's Highlight Story: On the Seventh Day of Christmas by Ranger
Yesterday's Cryptogram #6 Solution
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