We ran out of bread yesterday afternoon, so husband offered to pop into the local Tescos to pick some up.
The last thing I was expecting was for him to come back with a bargain pair of steel-toe capped work boots for me.
He returned and presented me with them with a flourish worthy of a man clutching a large bunch of red roses. Who says romance is dead!
I guess this means that I am going to have to pull my weight on the build, then… 🤔
I secretly love them. I may never take them off.
These have been added to the rapidly growing pile of knee pads, work trousers and power tools that are filling every free space in the house at the moment. This is the reality of a household getting ready to move in just a few weeks time.
Bertie, our ancient but lovely spaniel, has been reduced to sleeping in odd corners wedged between the boxes wherever he can.
I can see that he is perplexed by the erosion of his space, with boxes forming cardboard labyrinths around the house.
Poor dog. At his age he deserves peace and quiet, and a degree of constancy, and all we give him is change..
For over fifteen years I commuted on a weekly basis between home in Toulouse and work in London.
I think I was in a tearing hurry to make my departure gate and my carry-on luggage had just fallen apart, so although I noted that it was a bit pricier than what I would normally pay for a bag, I paid almost no attention at the time to the fact that it came with a lifetime guarantee.
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