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The first day at home was surprisingly active, with my parents and I doing what my dad called the "Geriatric Circuit", delivering Christmas presents to elderly people from the church. We only made four visits, but their collective age must have been about 350.
My room is in a depressingly appalling state, my collection of CDs and books has been dispersed throughout the house, there is a Christmas tree taking over the dining room and no one can get into the basement because there's a washing machine blocking the door. Overall, the house is pretty normal.
My room is in a depressingly appalling state, my collection of CDs and books has been dispersed throughout the house, there is a Christmas tree taking over the dining room and no one can get into the basement because there's a washing machine blocking the door. Overall, the house is pretty normal.
