Foxgloves...

.. On a wet play day.

I've played with my new pans and made a squidgy chocolate cake that didn't behave like something from Quatermass in the oven. This was good.
I've been listening to music, which is good. (And therapeutic, in the kitchen dept.)
I've also been singing along. This is, in honesty, not quite so good.
I love music with a passion that sometimes takes my breath away, causing emotion to well up from so deep within that the next breath can surely only be a heaving sob.

Which is embarrassing at infant school productions :-/

In my head, tunes are melodious and harmonious.
In between head and mouth, they undergo an unpleasant metamorphosis and emerge with the kind of squeaky noise that makes sane people want to stab themselves in the ears.
(With their own elbows. Because you should NEVER put anything in your ear smaller than your elbow).

And I've washed up too. La la la!
'Clear as you go girls'... As the Domestic Science teacher used to say (when we had such people).