P.S What Time's Dinner?

Well there's the rub you see, the very many layers of Mothers Day. On the one hand you deserve to be pampered , festooned with flowers and revered as the embodiment of Mother Nature herself and yet , blow me, there's too many darned mothers around for it all to go according to plan and fitting them all in becomes a srategic and logistical excercise worthy of Camp David. So I propose a Mothering Monday just for those who were so busy making sure that noone got left out that the chocolate is left unscoffed, the flowers still in the wrappers and that elusive smelly bath just did not happen! 

Well, the first washing line disaster has happened already this year, the line broke ( the monkey got soaked..etc) so no deliciously ozone drenched linens for me, still got them draped round the laudry room.Sadly I am known locally for my catalogue of washing line disasters! There was the time Steve decided to tie the line to the guttering down pipe, yes what you have just guessed did happen! then Steve decided to tie it to the fence, yes also guessed correctly. Then of course there are the very windy days that we often get at Red House so it can be a bit disconcerting walking back from work noticing that your washing is in various trees in the garden and  a big pole and tree climbing skills are required plus you have to wash it all again which is the really irritating thing ! Then of course there is trapped bee syndrome, the washing is dutifully dried and folded a sense of housekeeperliness pride sweliing your breast and  then you hear the faint bzzz of the dreaded trapped bee in folded sheet! so many pitfalls and disasters waiting to happen with this housewife lark but as I read in a book yesterday don't try to be tidy just be organised!