... or at least those stairs, three storeys' worth, twice, no problem. Yippee! I feel like I'm becoming more 'me' all the time.
Last chance (almost) for you to see my crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy curls...
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... or at least those stairs, three storeys' worth, twice, no problem. Yippee! I feel like I'm becoming more 'me' all the time.
Last chance (almost) for you to see my crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy curls...
This afternoon a man is coming to measure up my living room for a new carpet... so I have hoovered the current one to within an inch of its life... but why? The whole point is it's going to be replaced...
Next week I have a dental appointment so my teeth will be brushed, flossed and generally made gorgeous... but why? The whole point is the hygienist will do a scale and polish...
So why do we do it? Doctors, dentists, opticians, hairdresser, carpet fitters, electricians, plumbers... why do they reduce sane adults to a frenzy of cleaning and tidying?