Whites

No 3 asked for clean sheets on her bed.  She said the clean ones smelled like the 'holiday house in St Abbs - the one with the rose wallpaper'.  she must have a great memory because it's years since we stayed there.

I thought I would let her change the duvet cover herself - since we have established on blip that Mr S is rubbish at this task!

She giggled for ages trying to work out the best way of crawling inside to get to the corners- eventually I gave her a hand.  When she finally went to bed she just kept telling me how good the clean sheets smelled !

Here she is wrestling with her white sheets, while watching Mr Murray wrestling in his tennis whites.