It takes time. It takes care.
It takes a bathroom.
Yesterday I padded into the bathroom for a relaxing wallow in the beauty suds followed by a spot of eyelash tweaking and nose-hair extraction.
What did I find?
The two-legged dogs had destroyed the place!
They've gone mad. First it was painting, now they're ripping the place apart.This place is rapidly going to the, um, dogs!
4 comments:
You have just oh so gracefully illustrated why it is a mistake to rely on banalities. Congratulations.
Thanks. I thought I was just having a boofheaded grizzle.
Dermott - Who do you think you're kidding? I've never seen you take willingly to a bath in your life. And you've got so much cement dust in you at the moment, I fear if you get damp, we will be able to erect you as a statue in the village square.
Yeah yeah, enough already, or I'll tell them you washed your hair in the kitchen sink.
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