I give thanks for the novels of Sue Grafton. Her private eye heroine deals with bad guys in work and out and knows the best way to spend a day home alone in between is in rigorous cleaning and curling up with a good book!
Recently there's been far too many of those when I've only done the latter and I give thanks for getting scrubbing and polishing again...including my spectacle lenses which have gained a little too of a pink tint of late. Gratitude and compassion are worthy and worthwhile states to be aiming for...but overdo it and you can think you're smelling roses but are actually encountering pricks!
I give thanks after starting this post, quite incidentally, a posse of vans from a specialist deep cleaning company arrived outside...but weren't coming into this particular building as they dealt in everything including forensic cleaning and 'fatality management' - a subject that fascinates me in the abstract but wouldn't want to live too close to you know?
I give thanks for finding a programme or two to watch on TV that doesn't have subtitles...so I can start sewing up Bob's unseasonable jumper. Oh...and Brendan's back! Gotta love Brendan haven't you? Sometimes even I crave a bit of shallow...
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