Pootling around the flat not doing much, you know how it is, when there was a knock on the door. No doorbells here!. Went to open it and there was Simon who lives in the same block of flats, but he lives on the next floor along with his wife and his young son. His son is a gorgeous little boy, one that you want to envelop in your arms for a cuddle.
He started his own cleaning company a couple of years ago, and the call yesterday was to ask me if I would like the flat cleaned tomorrow. I wracked my brains to try and remember if I had organised such a clean, but had no memory of making an appointment
I couldn’t understand what was going on, but he just said he wanted to do it for me. What a fantastic offer, so tomorrow is a clean up day. I will of course tidy up before they come. Don’t you always do this, I do.
Glenda and Lottie arrived for lunch and a chat. Dogs got on well, mostly ignored one another. Glenda bought sandwiches and a cake. Why is it that other people’s food taste better than our own?
Today is a household bill day, sorting out bits and pieces. What are you getting up to today.