Sean is here, and he's being house husband for a whole month. It's a weird reversal: "How was your day honey?" "Ooooh, today I did ALL the laundry!" "So why is the laundry basket full of smelly sports kit and wet towels?" "Aaaaagh! Where did that come from?!"
I said that it's okay to give up on the housework and go have fun because it ain't going anywhere, but he is determined to get on top of things. Good luck, Seanos!
Inasmuch as I have no idea what is in our pockets this week, and so far everything hasn't been horribly destroyed with green crayola/chewing gum/packet of vibrantly-coloured sweeties, all of you mums who don't have a house husband are going to have to pick up the slack for me: What wonderful, disgusting, strange-smelling or unspeakable items have you found in pockets lately? I'm dying to know!