my hand in order to clean the washing line...
I got to thinking
'Why am I such a lazy toe-rag?'
I had padded through the snow to open the greenhouse
and get the pegs out ready to hang some washing on the line.
Instead of going in to get a cloth I thought I'll do it with my jumper...
Words escape even me!
Hanging the washing out, I got lost in thoughts of
many moons ago
(this is what happens when you get old- you live in the past)
when first married...
(well married for the first time, there is a difference)
I had visions of me dry mopping the floor.
In those days you had carpet surrounded with lino,
fitted carpets were in the future.
Chatting away to my mum as I worked; I was surprised to see her mouth fall open,
distress writ large across her face.
'What?' I cried.
'Whatever are you doing Linda?'
Turning to close the understairs cupboard,
mop still in hand; I scratched my head in bafflement, with the other free hand.
'I've no idea what you're on about Mum?'
Spluttering she said
'I've seen some things in my time, but I never thought I'd see a daughter of mine,
shake the dust off the mop into a cupboard!'
As my mouth opened and closed, looking for all the world like a
goldfish in a bowl I thought...
Perhaps it's not the time to tell her I have been known to hoover the sheets!?!