That’s me that is, Dear Reader, see above…
One has grown a tad grubby since the water tank/indoor pool/no hot water incident…
Hope of a nice bath is on the horizon however…
Much tittering and ‘Oooh she’s not going to like it!’ remarks have been overheard at the pit-face, as One is on a ‘sleep-over’ tonight.
One’s Louis Vuitton is packed and ready in the hall…
Carol Baker Baby Doll jim jams – check
Marabou kitten heel slippers – check
Mrs Robinson negligee – check
thirty seven moisturisers for different body parts – check
knitting – check
ear plugs – check
Catering pack of Berocca – check
stun gun – check
One cheeky blighter said, with a fiendish grin on his moosh: ‘You’ll be in the house for a full twenty four hour shift.’
Quite why every man and his dog think that One is a delicate critter and shall be floored by a day/night/day shift is beyond One.
One may look like a scraggy old housewife with One’s face on inside out, but One is in fact a Herculean Harpie with the strength of three of those young snipper-whappers – SO THERE!
And anyway, there’s ACTUAL HOT WATER AND A REAL BED
I may move in!