A normal Sunday morning in this household…

...starts with the Best Of the Red Army Choir blasting out of J’s bedroom. If I listen carefully, it soon becomes obvious that what they’re singing is actually ‘it’s a long way to Tipperary.’ Well, for them especially, I would say.
Internet, I was going to tell you all about J’s Sunday morning fascinating rituals, but I am now being overwhelmed by the desire to put on some pyjamas and get into bed with a book. So maybe next time. In the meantime, be assured that neither of us is a communist, and sleep well.