The weekend was good. Beer, friends, chat, food, games...
Return home less so.
I suspect the mouse behind the washing machine may be a larger variety of the genus rattus, but nothing I can do about it now.

A brief conversation about the state of the house was ended with...
"I've been trying to clear it up, but everyone else is making the mess!"
I pointed out I'm only there 2 days a week at most, so how am I to blame? A grumbled, muttered, muted answer which didn't say anything was all I got.

I got my stuff, said goodbye and drove here.