It was just the house of trousers the other weekend, as I sconed off for a demand-free weekend in Melbourne with my ladyfriends (although it was very demanding on my stomach, all those Italian patisseries.......). So Team Street was down a (wo)man. And, in fine form, Mikko thought he'd really test his dad's single parenting skills and have the double midnight bomi. Very tricky stuff with only one adult. But, in typical Street fashion, Mikey got through it and they all arrived to pick me up from the airport, freshly scrubbed and dressed, with a chook roasting away in the oven, sitting above a bread and butter pudding.
Well, not really, but one can only hope. Plant a seed.
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