My carved pumpkin (Our one and only tribute to Jamie Lee Curtis), has been placed on the field for the geese to "de-brain" and the cheapo sweets I bought ready to palm off on any little bugger who ventured towards chez "Bwthyn-y-llan" last night, have been left uneaten in the bowl in the kitchen.
It was bloody cold and wet last night.so no kid with half a brain would have ventured out dressed like zombie.......mind you if they did have half a brain...they would actually BE a zombie.....
It is a day for small, jobs.
I've made butternut squash soup,prepared a casserole, planted out bulbs and cleaned windows......oh and I have given William's anal glands a cracking good squeeze on the kitchen table, which was the high point of the day for him and a rather unpleasant low point one for me!
Incidentally I found instructions just how to do this delightful job on the net
|I really should have worn gloves!|
|Then I went out and picked the last of the raspberries!|
The Question remains.....
Did I wash my hands between Jobs?
do you know what?
I can't quite remember
It's my age