I'm coming home...

I coming back on Freitag (that's Friday for all non-German-speakers). Parents are giving me a lift on the way, driving to Spain. I haven't told them yet. Maybe I should. Anyway, that's beside the point. Lalalala...revision avoidance. Oh yes, Jen, can you make sure the kitchen isn't foul - are the cleaners in or not? It doesn't have to be spotless, just so you don't gag when you walk in i.e. no solid milk and green bacon. Urgh, nausea. Also, can I have a welcome party with balloons and streamers and Jake Gyllenhaal? See you soon, people who are in London.
P.S. I do not look like a dog. Do I?