Tickling stick

The mind works in mysterious ways and, for some reason, this made me think of Ken Dodd's tickling stick!

After the usual walk on the Common with Louie this morning, it was another day spent indoors, though we were sorely tempted to get out to enjoy the good weather. MrM continued with the floor in the 'Music Room' (it's going to take a while longer than anticipated...), while I did a bit more paper sorting. Glad the re-cycling collection is tomorrow as the bin's almost full. Also spent an hour tidying some of the things on the shelves in the cupboard that my mother would have called the 'Glory hole' - you know, the one that contains a miscellaneous collection of objects that you may (or, more likely, may not) need again at some time  in the future!

We both ran out of steam late in the afternoon, but I mustered enough energy to cook a roast dinner and open a bottle of red. Shattered! About to slump in front of the TV for an hour or so.