Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Housework

Being, as I am, in a delicate post op state, lugging around vacuum cleaners and buckets of water is  not recommended. Somebody has to do this. It turns out that somebody is not going to be The Hubby.
For the first time since my broken ankle, I have a maid.
His name is Pete.
He is a dab hand with the Dyson.
He doesn't do ironing, but does do windows.

I think I shall ask him if he will come back tomorrow  and mow the lawn.

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