It was when I found myself engrossed in an afternoon TV screening of Poseidon Adventure that I came to the sudden realisation that things have got to change around here. It's all very well now and then, once in a while, to indulge in a bit of inactivity, flopping about the house, doing the dormouse thing, taking winter as an excuse for idleness. But, Poseidon Adventure , I ask you. So I seem now to be embarked on a full house cleaning exercise, seeking new crevices, cleaning where no man has cleaned before. Or, at least, not for a long time.
Progress is pitifully slow.
In addition to the contortions needed to go through to get simple tasks done without straining a wonky back and legs I'm now having to consider the auld ticker. The job gets done, just as it's always been. A bit slower, is all. Harry and Dolly have taken station on shelves and in high places, initially to keep out of reach of the vacuum cleaner, and then to avoid becoming contaminated by the sudden invasion of cleansing compounds. Flash is putting the Freshness back.