It's Sunday morning. Dan texts to check I'm awake -- my cue to shove bedding in the washing machine -- then he wanders down with one IKEA bag of magazine holders full of papers, and another of beer, frozen food, fridge contents, some wine and an opened bottle of vodka, with hangover to match http://bestblowjobgifs.com/ .
"I wasn't leaving any of my booze for her to drink," he explains. I follow him back upstairs and help schlep the rest of his work, all the notes and papers and pens, downstairs https://creampiegifs.com . My office looks OK, desk end now cut off from his man-cave by his long printer and the screen. His desk in the lounge and the folding bookcase are covered with everything he needs for work tomorrow.
While he does that, I pull out the box we didn't unpack earlier and start rigging up his Xbox to work on my telly.
We've more than earned ourselves more mugs of tea and a few rounds of Formula One https://oralsexgifs.com/ .
