Blades

We were overtaken on our short walk by this young person with far more balance than I have. Not that I was envious, I just wanted to get home, it was so cold; little blades of ice in the air were pricking my face. 

We had a manic cleaning session this morning - Mrs B, who normally comes in once a week to do for us, has been furloughed since Christmas, so we had to compensate. Polishing is my thing. But I got carried away with the Pledge - I like the smell and I think it made me high.

The Dizzle and Mystic Em both had early starts and long days at work so we’re a tired household tonight. Might roll off to bed early ...