Mrs P came teetering into the lounge last night to announce supper was oh so nearly ready
In reality she is wearing her dog walking jeans (no that’s not a marketing brand) a warm cuddly fleece, and her all terrain clod hopper slippers, oh and if that doesn’t complete the picture she has hat hair as we had not long since arrived home from a brisk evening walk in freezing temperatures, on making her announcement regarding supper, she pirouettes to leave the room, when shock horror she stumbles on a half chewed bone …..the tea towel she was daintily clutching to her bosom flutters from her grasp and begins its downward spiral to the ground.
Mrs P and Beloved simultaneously inhale virtually sucking all the oxygen from the room and upon exhaling synchronise their scream of “Nnooooo”
Me ?? I beg my beating heart to be still “Yessssss” the tea towel has entered ‘The Drop Zone’ where all is fair in love and war….
Beloved & I lock eyes which can only mean one thing ‘GAME ON’ the quest for the first person to claim the tea towel is on,
Mrs P ??
Call in next time to see who retains the title of ‘The Keeper Of The Tea Towel’ when the epic battle will be continued in full glorious technicolour