Oh well, the good traffic did not last, back to normal rush hour traffic sitting in a cage while bikers wizz past. Finally I got home to a sick Lynda in bed and 2 hungry boys. Thankfully I was prepared, and threw into the oven a Woolies lasagne and put my feet up.
Next to my feet lay a Tiger on the red covered ottoman. The pheromones from my feet is just what a cat needs to sleep.
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