After a few hours of serious vacuuming (and when I say serious I mean pulling all the stuff out from under beds, pulling chester drawers away from walls wiggling the fridge out of its cosy little spot to get to all those dark and dingy places where those bits of lego (as mentioned in a previous post), hair lackies & bobbie pins, odd socks and the occassional piece of orange peel like to hide) I returned to the kitchen to find a glass of wine waiting for me. A fresh healthy dinner was almost ready and the table was set. The candle was just the icing on the cake (alas, there was no actual cake). Candlelight is such a warm, forgiving light that a regular old dinner turns into a romantic, thoughtful gesture. I love it!
Perhaps I should vacuum more often?
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