So I have spent the day outside gardening, leaving it till the very last minute of day light to come in and I am absolutely filthy dirty.
I gets under a roasting hot shower, scrubbing away at the dirt with a brillo pad.
And then end up cooking supper wearing either a towel or a bath robe.
Praying that no one knocks at the front door.
I gets under a roasting hot shower, scrubbing away at the dirt with a brillo pad.
And then end up cooking supper wearing either a towel or a bath robe.

Praying that no one knocks at the front door.




No don't go, it's ok. I've only got to add some red wine and herbs to my casserole then I'll be all yours (slurp). No don't go, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant was you'll just have to take me as I am. No don't go, I didn't mean it like that (slurp). What I meant was you'll have to forgive my lack of social graces at this moment in time as I've drunk all the sherry and can only offer you a gottle of geer.
Oh - you have the same bathrobe? Good aren't they except for the fact that if you get too near a heat source it kind of starts melting.
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