"Après le déluge ..."

". . . moi."

By the same token, everyone's customary reading would have unearthed these more comprehensive, but surely equally sweet specifications for a happy Saturday evening, cited below. One intends no mischievous purloinment of that imagery of comfiness, in reciting it here. Rather, the familial theme is paramount, as ever, as we claim the shelter of home.

All washed and clean, pyjamas, supper, a little TV, bedtime...