[Margaret Pilkington]

a chap comes home from work. The front door is wide open. The car door is unlocked.
There are toys all scattered in the hallway and he treads on a toy car and goes flying.

In the kitchen there is washing up in the sink, spilled cornflakes on the counter top, a puddle of spilled juice on the tiles.

He looks into the back garden and the children are still in their PJs and are out there playing in the mud.
He goes upstairs and into the bathroom...someone has had a wee and missed the toilet, there are wet towels all over the floor...the toilet roll is unravelled, the sink is full of dirty water.

He rushes into the bedroom thinking his wife must be sick, but there she is lying on the bed, reading a novel and eating chocolate.
He says to her 'What on earth is going on? You should see the mess the house is in@

She looks up at him and says @every day when you come in from work you ask me what I have been doing all day.
Well, today I didn't do any of it!