Tasmiya

Saturday

- early morning dramas as usual

- work – usual dramas

- home late (as usual)

- house DEAD quiet

- kid’s sleeping over at Mum’s!

- talk about the children for the rest of the night

- bed by 8:30 (we are such party animals)

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Sunday

- enjoy waking up at own leisure

- wonder what the children would be up to

- hope they didn’t wake up Mum too early

- eat breakfast IN FRONT OF COMPUTER!

- watch a movie

- clean the house with the luxury of not having someone behind messing up what was tidied

- wonder what the children are up to

- shower very late in the day

- have lunch

- wonder what children are up to

- pick children up

- eldest helps out in the garden while younger ones have a kip

- supper

- bed

- fin

Voices in Tasmiya’s head : F**k me! Bu**er off you FAT sh*t! This is f**king appalling. Disgusting. This food tastes like sh*t. F**KING HELL! You f**king TW*T!

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Tasmiya : The fridge repair guy was so polite, wasn’t he? He was talking to the children and explaining what he was doing.

Farhad : He sort of looked like those guys in the 50′s – the way he spoke, his hairdo, the way he dressed. He was very clean and prim and proper – organised and neat.

(pause)

Tasmiya and Farhad (in unison): He’s a serial killer!