Mrs. Paleovirtus and Paleovirtus Jr. were heading out on a shopping expedition.
“What are you going to do with yourself, then”, they enquired, unable to stifle sly grins as they clocked the state of the kitchen.
“Oh, tidy up the kitchen, play with the cat”, I said, “knock up an experimental batch of chocolate balls…”.
“Sounds interesting”, they said. “Let us know how you get on”. And with that they were off, discussing shoes and perfume, or something equally girly.