You do it so well.

Things are kind of returning to normal at the house.

Martha has gone back to work after her 3 days of sickness.

Trotter has purchased a sewing machine and is making accessories for Drag Queens and has employed Giggsey Girl the Stupid Slug Face to sew on sequins and beads, having 2 left feet she is finding this very frustrating and is muttering to herself about fucking drag queens and why cant everyone stick to normal clothes? There they are in the sitting room, surrounded by silk and satin and lace, with sequins stuck to their little furry foreheads and bodies they sparkle as they move, its kind of like Blackpool Illuminations on a tiny scale but less expensive to run.

They have made elbow length gloves and silk purses, they have made satin wraps and fake fur stoles. They are just about to start on a full length dress, 1920's style with rows of dangling beads in purple.

Lulu is asleep underneath a pile of discarded material, buttons and prototypes that went wrong.

Tutz, meanwhile, is playing upstairs by herself. She is bouncing like Bambi in and out of the bedrooms. Occasionally she jumps into the bathroom to be surprised by Faggot on purpose, just to give her jumps a startled appearance and an air of shocked surprise. Sometimes she jumps nimbly, sometimes like a thundering baby elephant, sometimes somewhere in between. She 'Prroootttsss!' to herself as she jumps, on and on and on, in and out and in.

Fat Boy Faggot is asleep on a towel above where the hot water pipe is nearest the floor and tries to ignore the jumping and occasional intrusions of Tutz. He is dreaming of a holiday in Gran Canaria and thinking about fake tan.

Fing is in the kitchen. He is sitting on the draining board and has his head underneath the blind. He was watching the world go by but has fallen asleep bolt upright like a sphinx impervious to his surroundings.

And so the house is full of the sound of sporadic jumping, the whir of the sewing machine, Giggsey Girls muttering and Lulu's snoring. It is like any other normal Tuesday in as much that no day is normal in our house.