On Monday night, Sean was fighty but Riona wasn't so I washed Riona and then came back for Sean. "But the sword didn't point at me", he complained. Crap, we hadn't done the sword thing and Riona was already washed. With nothing to lose, I sat Sean down for a solo game of spin the sword. He saw nothing wrong with this plan. It took just two spins to get it pointing vaguely in his direction. He gave me a slightly miffed, "it's a fair cop gov'nor" look and came quietly to the shower.
I should make more of an effort to get up to all kinds of shit
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