As predicted, quite a few friends and watchers took exception to the very idea that I'd bunged a giant bag of teenage son Matt's clothes through the washing machine.
Since then I've had little contact other than the odd phone call and a bizarre incident.
As I've insisted to you all, there is absolutely no chance of me falling back into the ridiculous situation of the past.
So when my mobile went while I was out with friends near to where he lives, the irritation was minimal.
Apparently he had something very important to show me in his bedsit. He didn't expect me to come straight away, he knew how it now worked, but I would surely be delighted when I saw his surprise.
Now, normally I'd just put this one on the back burner and be very busy indeed. But as I was with two pals we decided to pop round in half an hour or so. I would not be alone, after all. "The herbert's only gone and got a job," guessed mate Linda.
"He wants to show you the job offer letter in the hope of wheedling his way back in," added Maggie.
Indeed, this would be perfect as it would give Matt something to think about. On the other hand, it would also provide more money than Jobseeker's Allowance to spend on skunk until the day when he lost the job for stinking
of weed. So the three of us drove round to Matt's nest, which is a very good description, as you will see. He opened the front door, full of excitement, as if he was hiding a big gift.
"You'll never guess what's in my room," he declared. He was right on that one at least. Sitting on a cabinet was a cage with a gerbil in. Being Matt, there was, of course, yet another gerbil - this time scurrying round a large cardboard box on the floor.
Apparently they'd been in the cage together but had started fighting so he'd separated them.
The bullying gerbil now had the cage to itself, which came as no surprise.
Linda and Maggie hovered by the door, shaking their heads. "We thought you'd got a job - not filled this place with rats," said Linda.
But both have known Matt long enough to expect the unexpected. Matt believes his landlords will somehow fail to spot the furry things. And perhaps he's right because there are 'No Smoking' signs up but the place reeks of cannabis.
As it turned out he did have an interview the next morning, but didn't think this was anywhere near as important as his new pets.
So we left The Nest and went back to reality. I don't know what happened at the job interview. He probably took the victimised gerbil with him.