Did I mention I'd won an award?
Ah. Thought I might have done. After all, it has been a cause of some celebration chez Lovering, although I haven't quite worked out my approach to getting the dust off it without compromising some of my more deeply-held beliefs vis a vis housework. I thought that my usual 'Mother In Law is coming to visit, quick, make the place look presentable' approach (ie, run around blowing furiously at all flat surfaces, until whole inside of house invisible in dust cloud, then open windows and blame wind from Sahara) might work, but unfortunately glass is sticky. Particularly when covered in fingerprints from frequent fondling. I cuddle that damn award more than I'd cuddle a kitten that's been particularly poorly.
|Did I mention I'd won an award?|
So, it turns out that it's less an award and more some kind of police procedure. If anyone in authority gets their hands on it, a lot of unsolved crimes might become a lot less unsolved, that's all I'm saying. Those 'prints from an unknown animal' that they found smeared all over the windows of the house that Johnny Depp stayed in in Bath when he came there to film? Ahem. And those points on it are really..well, pointy. If I should fall over whilst carrying it - there's a whole Midsomer Murders episode, right there.
Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, Spring in the House of El Smugo. Well, I've reasoned that if I keep all the curtains closed then the dust isn't visible, plus the cobwebs keep the flies at bay. The overgrown lawn gives the hens something to do and that the dog hair on the floor is nearly as good as carpets.
Right. Better get off now and polish my award...I mean, do some housework. Or lie in bed and eat toast. Hmmm... eenie meenie miny mo...