Friday, 16 November 2012
Beach or bleach? It's really no contest . . .
The B back at school, The G and I have had a hectic day . . .
This morning, we headed to the beach (the sun shining, we spent two hours digging holes, clambering across the rocks, throwing stones into deep pools and patting all the passing dogs). This afternoon, it was our regular swimming session, including much splashing around, jumping in, waves and innumerable other aquatic activities.
In-between times, we got stuck into one or two household chores - in particular, scrubbing the bathroom floor. This still caked in surplus grout following a recent re-tile, it has been an epic undertaking but thanks, in the main, to The G's industrious efforts (and having soaked her trousers almost immediately, she tackled this task in her underwear), I think it's almost complete.
I'm sure there's no need for me to reveal the thing that The G, whose penchant for cleaning is astonishing, enjoyed the most. There's no accounting for taste . . .