Wordland 2: Hi Honey, I'm home!
Now we've all seen the clips from those wholesome old monochrome US sitcoms; the toothsome husband back from a busy day in the ubiquitous office, smart in his suit, carrying a brief case and perhaps wearing a natty raincoat. He takes off his trilby and hangs it on its peg and utters those immortal words.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen the gorgeous (though not too gorgeous, she is a wife after all) spouse (never partner, not in those sin-free days) is shepherding their two perfect children to the dinner table. She wears a Sunday-Best dress, protected only by a lacy apron, the children (one of each) wear the sort of unbearable uncomfortable-yet smart clothes that children hate. The boy (usually the eldest) is a miniature of his dad, the daughter is just so cute.
Oh you can almost smell that roast a-cooking in that oven, you can almost catch a tantalising waft of mother-wife's perfume. So perfect, so gleaming and All-American Dreamlike.
Who (or what) is really hanging up that hat in the hall?
Where has he (or it) been all day?
What exactly has he been doing?
And what does he intend to do tonight?
Come to think of it, exactly what awaits him in his suburban palace?
Who or what will he find in that gleaming kitchen?
And what have THEY been doing all day and more to the point, what do THEY intend to do tonight?
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