So I put my hand in the pocket of my dressing gown and there’s a teaspoon in there. Why? I haven’t a clue. I know I’m extremely distracted right now and any hope of preserving the normal is out of the window ; but a TEASPOON??
Suggestions on a postcard please…..
It wasn’t one of the many implements, tools and potions I have employed trying to clean off what seemed to be hardened nicotine from this hand mirror. In the end the answer was a strong paste of washing detergent.
I wish that was the answer to all my current conundrums.
Anyway, on the basis that I am taking bags of superfluous stuff to the charity shop and thus selflessly helping others, I allowed myself a little trawling.
It was well worth it. A pair of long, lined natural linen curtains with subtle embroidery in my favourite colours. And a heap of White Company bed linen with ladderwork and fagotting. The look of the antique with machine washability.
What is it I love about linen? apart from it’s natural texture, breath(e)ability and strok(e)ability. I’d like to see Google translate coping with those two words….