Trousers down

Spent the whole morning letting Mr Smith's golf trousers down then putting them up to the right length ready for his forthcoming golf trip to Augusta. I have done three pairs so far and frankly the novelty has begun to wain. I am making little long legged voodoo dolls out of the offcuts.

I now need to embark on my recently purchased new jeans for which there is no particular hurry as they don't fit. The problem does not lie in the waist or the hips but the thighs. The dog and I are now on the Hip & Thigh diet with lots of walking.

I have rationalised our tea towels today - no more messy drying up for Mr Smith.

Here's what I did at the weekend.