You've got to be kidding me!

I thought the point of the summer holidays was to actually have a bloody holiday!

My father has me endlessly dusting the sitting room curios and polishing drawer handles all day long. I don't think either would gather enough dust and tarnish since the last time I cleaned them three days ago.

If I can talk my father's owl into it, I think I might slip away with a friend for a bit, just to get a break. The floo powder jar is full, so a quick trip would hardly be noticed, I think.