The key turned in the lock in the front door, Matt walked through pushing it closed with his
foot.  He hummed along to the song playing on his i-pod, as he came down the hall to the kitchen.

Skirting the table, he placed the carrier bags on to the top of the units and proceeded to put the shopping away.  Picking up a can of coke, he wandered through to the living room.

"You will remember to wash the table when you've finished, won't you?" he asked.

James just giggled, as Charlie resumed screwing him on top of the kitchen table.