I want that spread!

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There is an advert on T.V. just lately that shows a mother hurrying her children out the door to school, no jamming the roads for her with her 4X4.

No she is in too much of a hurry to get her latest fix to care about what might happen to her little darlings.

She gets her lovely warm brown toast and puts this creamy coloured paste onto it and immediately is away with the fairies, well not quite the fairies more a mix of cute fantasy animals, as she drifts off into her trance these wonderful little creatures tidy the floor go through the arduous task of filling the dish washer do the dusting and take out the rubbish.

I wonder how long she spends in this artificially induced trance? Does she come down to earth about seven hours later realising it was all a dream and that in fact yet again, she has done nothing the place is a tip and there is nothing prepared for the poor little mites when they come home from a hard days learning.
Is it at this point she throws some Fish fingers under the grill grabs a tin of beans and proudly starts singing to herself, "A million housewives every day pick up a tin of beans and say, oh, sod it, these will do!".