Timing Is Everything

And my timing isn't working at the moment! No matter how early, late or in-between I head into the kitchen after getting up, Tom, our resident geriatric cat will have just emptied himself a few moments before and left the room smelling like a midden. Even with the back door open a whisker before 7 a.m. he did his party trick, so there was I, scrabbling about with disinfectant and air freshener so my cleaning lady didn't turn on her heel and head for home!

But, timing is everything and my parcel from the Hedgewitches' Kitchen arrived just after I had cleared up and washed my hands; now that's what I call timing! Ripping open the jiffy bag with great anticipation, the gorgeous aromas obliterated the whiff of cat poo in a second and transported me from kitchen drudge to bubble Goddess in a trice. Oh boy, am I looking forward to the moment I have the house to myself and can luxuriate in a goat's milk bath and wonderful, fragrant soaps.

Until then, I shall have to exercise the tiny vestiges of patience that are mine, make a large trough of tea and look forward to the Ludlow Esoteric Book Fair this coming Saturday 28th June. The timing is rather good as it's the day before my birthday, so Kim and I are travelling up and then heading back for a Sunday that should involve a trip to the coast to eat at our favourite Thai restaurant, overlooking the beach at Lyme Regis. At least, I hope so...