I’ve had beef stew in the slow cooker all day and Mr triple S has an early finish on Fridays. I threw some yogurts, apples and mini cheddars in a bag, picked up a blanket and made my two change the minute they got home so we could take a stroll over the park to sit for an hour where we all watched the guys fishing and chatted about how they are getting on at school and how a woman at work has taken a dislike to Mr Triple S and talks to him like he is slow (she sounds awful but I understand her
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). Now back, fed and everyone in their rooms. As I’m sitting here I’m just so desperately sad for those boys. They look so unwell in every picture she shares. I wonder when the last time was she whisked them out on a whim because the weather was nice? The whiteness and eye bags suggest never. They come home to no dinner until 11 o clock at night in their filthy little hovel and a Mum sitting tweeting all day and night to literally no one. It makes me so sad.