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”.
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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.