I dashed away with the smoothing iron.... so we now have flat sheets and jeans and shirts and socks ... socks? .... no I didn't iron the socks. It was a Herculean task of immeasurable tedium with Mr Smith and the dog in the background looking on approvingly. I would rejoice with a resounding "Alleluia, it's done" but I've just seen the Apprentice heading towards the washing machine with a mountain of bedlinen.
I was supposed to be performing a dry Lent but somehow I never quite get to bed without having washed my dinner down with a glass of wine or two. However, I have observed the Sunday allowance by having one at lunchtime too. Mr Smith is such a good somelier, I feel it would be rude to pass.
I was going to make those little rabbit egg cosies for all my friends for Easter. I have managed three but now the novelty has worn off and I feel I am a prisoner in a rabbit egg cosy factory.
I was supposed to be performing a dry Lent but somehow I never quite get to bed without having washed my dinner down with a glass of wine or two. However, I have observed the Sunday allowance by having one at lunchtime too. Mr Smith is such a good somelier, I feel it would be rude to pass.
I was going to make those little rabbit egg cosies for all my friends for Easter. I have managed three but now the novelty has worn off and I feel I am a prisoner in a rabbit egg cosy factory.
Perhaps some friends would prefer a Cadbury's cream egg?
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