Today, as happens once every several years, I had an attack of domesticity. My usual prudent approach in such a situation is to lie down until it goes away, but today I did not. So far I have made a large batch of tabbouleh, from largely home-grown ingredients, no less; put a tray of cherry tomatoes in the oven to dry; and conceived the staggeringly brilliant notion of pulling out the old, tough lettuce plants to make room for some new ones.
I am now going to go organise the top shelf of the wardrobe. There are T-shirts up there in the incorrect piles. This cannot be.
Update: Helpdesk Man’s T-shirts have now been arranged by colour. By colour, maggots. Are you that good a wife? I didn’t think so.
Further update: It seems people have found my blog through Googling the phrases “do torvill and dean give each other birthday presents”, “neaps or neeps” and “security knickers”. Awesome.