Yep. The kids have gone.
The fridge is empty.
The beer has all been drunk.
Ditto Gin.
Ditto every other intoxicating beverage.
And they conned me into paying for their Sunday Lunch at the pub.
Excuse: Must dash. We've got a cruise ship to catch in Dubai.
Excuse: The cats need feeding.
Excuse: I've got to run excuse No.1 back to their house so that they can get packed in time.
Grrrrrrrh
