I know I've told you before, that housework isn't really my forte.........
And despite suffering with a dust allergy.....I can often think of better things to be doing than dusting.
Well, I'm beginning to wonder if the entire dust stores of the whole world have been dumped on, in and around our house.
There is so much dust that the workmen are taking it away by the lorry load.
I've discovered a new method of torture sure to get the secrets out of any spy........the constant tap-tapping of the hammers knocking the render off, the drone of the powered chisels......
Can you see me?
One of our cats has always been a climber (not so good at the descent) She is so enjoying the ladders to climb...the planks to walk along......looking in at us from the windows......sneering at her less-capable cat sister.
Is there any point in dusting? I fancy a holiday for as long as it takes for everything to be sorted and sneeze-free again.
Tomorrow is littlest boy's birthday, he will be four and we will be celebrating with a family day at a local wildlife park....complete with picnic and chocolate birthday cake.
I have baking to do......I haven't lifted my head much from my knitting in the evenings recently so I am guilty of not visiting everyone as often as I usually do........normal service will resume when I put down the jumper.