While we were in the bathroom yesterday, getting ready for to travel up to Leeds for a day with the Hands, I complemented Chantal on her perfume. Turned out to be toilet descaler, about to be liberally dispensed in the appropriate place.
Maybe it’s not surprising that Chantal doesn’t often waste perfume by applying it just for my benefit.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
