In a lather over windows, spurs and dove soap

I'm in Chuckaway mode so instead of doing me dinner am in the throes of pulling down curtains and sweeping away cobwebs and knick knaks.
Menopause or mother related madness? I just don't know.
Still if it makes the joint cleaner and more accessible then let's rip.

Regarding dinner...It'll be late, very late because Tottenham take on Stevenage in Stevenage in the 5th round of the FA Cup. Nothing spurs me on, on a Sunday, than Boiled Bacon, de-webbing and footie.

By the way gave tiny mum a strip wash this morning then soothed her legs with Moonflower Body Creme. Her new blue and white sailor-type jim jams looked so cute on her that I lost my voice, she....so tiny, so unknowingly wise, so full of grit. After her wash we talked, her in bed, me at the end of the bed, we talked about Dove soap and life after death, we both agreed both were desirable, one being easy pickings, the other a matter of faith.
She has both:)

Now I must fly into the arms of Harry Redknapp:)