Mums the word

I can't remember if it's Sunday nights Mum works or Friday nights. One o' those two she has off and I can never remember which. Sorta hope it's tonight so I can avoid gettin' my ear stretched or talked off, and get a chance to chat up Dad alone. 'Course gotta spend a mo with Percy, teachin' 'im about the finer art of gnome-put, one of the sports of Weaslympics.

I pop over to the Burrow and see it as lit up and cozy and friendly and smelling-good as it always is. Doesn't necessarily mean Mum's home, but it's a safe bet. Get the feelin' I won't be able to weasel my way out of a visit with her. Not that I mind much. Love Mum, love 'er to pieces. Only wish she'd let me alone with how I live, how Fredgie and I live, all that sort.

( At the Burrow )