Work

When work looks this good when you drive up to it you can forgive it for the 4 hours of back breaking leaf raking, the 3 builders sacks and one tractor trailer that you filled.  

I started the day with trees and finished it with trees!   Now I smell of fox poo and my hair is matted, I' m less Aunt Sally and more Worsel himself. 

As my 1940s book of good wifery tells me, it's time to bath and spruce myself up and appear with not a care in the world.  My job, after all, is not as important as a man's job.

Perhaps I shall double the quantity of gin in my light refreshment whilst I bathe.  Perhaps I will soak a little longer and snooze a bit too.  Perhaps I have never been a good wife! Ha.