We have a huge lime tree in the garden and I moved my car close to it to leave more space on the drive for friends to park their cars, as we had a party at the weekend. I completely forgot that the tree exudes a sticky substance, and my car ended up totally plastered with a thick layer of tacky goo.
My dear husband has been outside washing the car for ages, while I'm sitting here with a nice glass of wine.
(I've always worked hard and kept busy but there are two things I won't do: wash a car or mow the lawn! Has there ever been a thread called 'Things I Hate Doing', I wonder?)
. . . And speaking of husbands (
not like mine) I'll be tempted to bump this thread in a few months' time when there's good news that Helen is out of prison in
The Archers, which might mean something to some of you
If not, see the link for the riveting storyline.
Jayne