Fortunately Trixie's up at the asscrack of dawn, piddling around to keep herself occupied from the ache in her hips and the near constant heartburn whenever she eats anything the tiniest bit spicy or with too much vinegar. She's hanging some of the laundry when her eldest barges on in, letting him wear himself out a little before she calls back to him.

"In the back! Keep your fucking voice down!"