Glo Goes Almost Commando

What a day to be in the attic!
There's the sun thoroughly at home in his awesome sky and where am I, crawling around his Lordships attic like a lizard on a rock.
I got in such a lather that I removed my shoes and thought about removing a lot more but I then decided, after eating a banana and drinking a lot of water that going commando would be going to far. So I glowed on:(

My lungs, fingers and hair were clogged with dust as I hauled out box upon blasted box of hundred year old junk. What the Master is going to do with it beats me. Still at least I didn't get sunburnt and I did clap eyes on a rather fetching velvet skirt, might ask him if I can have it. Won't fit him now...

Anyway...after giving Somerfield half my wonga I ran to the charity shop where I bought a vase of white flowers, a red 'Persian garden' rug and a thin strapped dress in sage, umber and cream. Total cost £3. 35
Raced along home with the sunroof open and after demolishing a beef spread sandwich I looked in the mirror, I looked radiant.
Being a Housekeeper obviously suits me.

So as I get my breath back and the weekend approaches I'm getting more and more excited about:
Relaxing with chocolate, watching the telly, making Cajun chicken wraps and drinking something called 'Relentless Inferno' which was given to me by my employer's 17 year old daughter:)

Happy Days!