I ask you to be upstanding and join me in a toast to that most noble of professions: the cleaner.
I have had the discombobulating experience of a flying object following me overhead and even zooming in on me.
Ooh, I do love a sauna. I hadn’t had one for ten years but discovered, to my delight, that there was one attached to the village gym near where I’m currently staying.
I’m back in Skye, as usual at an unfashionable time of year! I was prepared not to like it – always trying to free myself from the magic spell – but, once more, it overcomes me.
Bertie has been in a scrap. Or, perchance, he’s had an accident. At any rate, the tubby tabby cat suffered a lot of bruising and swelling to his chest area, and has had to have an operation.
I’ve made another irrational purchase. Two in fact. The second need not detain us. It’s a tin of wood stain that I bought for the floors. Purchased online, it arrived next day, and turned out to be for exterior use only.
I have developed a phobia. It’s arguably my only one. Like many decent ratepayers, I am afraid of spiders, but a phobia is an irrational fear, and it seems to me perfectly sensible to fear spiders. All these legs!
I have a new toy or hobby: cement. My unlikely love for this grey matter started when I needed to replace a missing brick at the top of the shoogly steps that lead into the back-garden.
All I want for Christmas is a parking space. One of the worst things about being back in the city is not having a place to park.
I was having a perfectly pleasant discussion with an older friend about the many shortcomings of the modern world when something she said put me in a quandary.