Friday’s are always busy days for a Domestic Executive. Getting ready for the weekend requires lots of elbow grease and careful bargaining for the weekend shop.
Today was no exception but I slacked off big time in the middle of the day to catch up with my friend who’s just returned from a big trip to the UK. I could bore you all with the gossip and humorous stories but I won’t.
Instead I’m hope you’ll smile at my beloved bassets who hate Friday’s or indeed any other day when the hoover (or in our case a Dyson) is wheeled out to suck up debris. Let’s just say that they hate the domestic machinery with a passion. You might say they were scared.
Suffice to say that it takes quite a lot of belly rubbing to reinstate good relations with Fortnum and Mason after the mean, noisy rolling thing is put away in the cupboard.