I could feel myself teetering on the brink of the female equivalent of geezerhood or old codgerism: the compulsion to share with fresh-checked youth how things used to be “back in my day”.
I woke up bright and early on Sunday morning full of energy and plans for the day. I wish I could tell you that my plans included ending world poverty and finding a solution to global warming but I have to confess that my plans were much more prosaic and self-centred.
I thought I’d begin by painting the kitchen cupboards and then do a bit more work on my Bridge on the River Kwai bamboo garden trellis project. After that, I thought I’d do a spot of vacuum cleaning.
It was when I found myself relishing the prospect of bathing the dog, dear reader, that I realised something was terribly amiss.
I thought I’d begin by painting the kitchen cupboards and then do a bit more work on my Bridge on the River Kwai bamboo garden trellis project. After that, I thought I’d do a spot of vacuum cleaning.
It was when I found myself relishing the prospect of bathing the dog, dear reader, that I realised something was terribly amiss.
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