Well, I'm back! *sets cases down in the hall and unbuttons coat*
It's been nearly a month and I *think* that I'm coping better with the Tarot Radio Show (well, I've gone from taking 18 hours to create a show of 60 minutes to five hours. It's still 3 hours too long, but at least it's going in the right direction).
A brief post today though, just to let you know how things are in the land of the undomesticated housefrau:
Reader, do you know what that is?
Yes, these ARE my reading glasses (to give some sense of scale here). Not my specs, the little grey fluffy thing.
This is, believe it or not, belly-button fluff. Belly button fluff THAT HAS BEEN COLLECTED INTO A NEAT PILE. Not by me, of course. But by SOMEONE ELSE. Someone who said that if he featured in this blog again, there would be TROUBLE.
We were talking about belly button fluff this morning and He Who Cannot Be Mentioned, happened to say that he had a stock pile of it on his bedside cabinet. Whether this was a dig at my non-existent cleaning skills I don't know. But I had to see it.
And there it was.
And, dear Reader, I STOLE IT!
What is wrong with men?!
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