Am not visiting this house.

Has cleaning away the cobewbs gone out of fashion, or is it nearly Halloween?

With a moderate phobia of the eight legged fiends, I am so glad this is not my house.

Had a difficult job to do today, with a client that needed a lot of support. I ended my day in her house having a cuppa .
I can't solve her problem, but can lend an ear or two.

So for the first time in abour a year, I was home on time. Fire lit, dinner on and out catching the tomatoes for the salsa, before Ally got home.

A weekend with nothing planned for a chamge. I feel a long lie coming on.