This is not the aftermath of World War 3, nor a repeat of the French Revolution with the Storming of the Bastille nor the back cupboard of a charity shop. THIS was my morning.
See below to be AHHHH-MAZED!
So after hours and hours, (unfortunately my fairy godmother didn't turn up... Maybe Parisian traffic problems, or flew into and got tangled up in the Eiffel Tower) - what were ABSOLUTE BOMBSITES (even worse than my brothers' rooms!) now look more like bedrooms and not like war zones. For now...
Now THAT'S what you call 'incroyable', eh?!
And now, without further ado, I can REST. :)
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