I bunkered down at home and had a delightful day doing hardly anything at all, apart from noticing some domestic details.
brush from Sandrine, seahorse from Bellerive, soap from Pearl
Continuing the peruse of details on wintry Sunday, I noticed the extractor fan in the kitchen. I guess it's been there since we moved in but I don't use it so I haven't really paid it attention. When I did, I was mortified. And when I removed it from the ceiling, I felt ill. I spent the day cleaning it and realised that what I thought was shadow in the ceiling is actually dirt. So I am gradually cleaning the ceiling. I also did the washing. I needed a bath after my Michaelangelo-esque exertions, and washed my hair. Then I realised I hadn't brought in the washing so had to go out in the gale with wet hair which was immediately fluffed and straightened. It was time to phone Mum, which I did. She wasn't sure what she was going to have for tea so Steve helpfully suggested she order a pizza. Mum was taken with the idea but had no idea how to do it, so Steve ordered and paid for a Domino's pizza from Gilles Plains. Steve then got a call from the very diligent pizza delivery man to say he was knocking on Mum's door but getting no response. I phoned Mum who was diligently listening out while watching the rugby. I got her to answer the door and we had a 4-way conversation. And just as we were all saying our goodbyes, Steve and I facing each other, I heard Mum say 'Oh here comes Tamasin with fish and chips'.
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