The Old Girl is up here until Tuesday. She did the washing today and, as she was about to hang it out I heard a loud GRRRRRRR coming from the laundry. I'd left some tissues in the pocket of my shorts - AGAIN. The paper disintegrates and little flecks cover all the towels and other washing in the machine.
I'M IN TROUBLE AGAIN.
It's really good having her here each weekend as it gets a bit lonely during the week when she's in Auckland but on the weekends, especially extended weekends she invariably finds fault with things I've done, not done, half-done and I get told off.
She promised to make me some custard squares (vanilla slices) today. I hope that it's still on the cards.