Replacement service

Dilemma de la jour - there usually is one - I have replaced all our drying up cloths with ones that seem to be totally unabsorbent. Luckily Mr Smith hasn't yet volunteered to help with kitchen domestics but if he should I will have to seize the tea towel from his hand and pretend to have developed a new passion for drying up. I am hoping a boil wash (of the tea towels not Mr Smith) may rectify the problem. And, by the way, I didn't just buy one or two tea towels ... you know me.

Time has sprung forward; the dog and I are both jetlagged. Mr Smith sensibly changed all the clocks in the house to British Summer Time sometime before midnight so I can't pretend not to know what time it is and be fashionably late with meals.