There are times when I feel that either I lead a very sheltered life (quite possible) or there is a parallel universe running alongside that only sometimes reveals itself. What in God’s name is this about? Why is it necessary? It sort of makes the assumption that it’s quite likely that you might turn up with a knife. 😲. After a very late night counting votes and an prompt start to the day to attend to the boilerman, I was then overcome with the desire to clean both the glass cabinet and…the oven. Clearly sleep deprivation does not agree with me, must sleep more.
Groovy Word of the day: feverish