Blowing my own trumpet,

actually a sign of desperation as I have been too busy to do anything else, well that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it. I did three loads of washing this morning and J went out the garage. He came in for lunch after washing the car, and says, I've dirtied my jeans, can you wash them? Did I say anything, oh yes, you bet I did. Mind you, he has redeemed himself as he has made a chicken & mushroom casserole for our evening meal. I am waiting for him to come in, as I want to wash the kitchen floor, and then I'm finished for the day. Watching part three of Flesh & Blood tonight, although I'm still not sure who is guilty. What do you think?