Crying over Spilt Milk

The saying, ‘there’s no use crying over spilt milk’ was not enacted in the Dower House this morning when His Lordship let a glass of a warm strawberry milk shake slip through his fingers splashing his clothes, his chair and his desk before landing on the floor in a huge pink puddle. Worse things can happen, but at that moment it was the straw that broke the camel’s back as I surveyed the pink mess before me.

I had my moment as I mopped and cleaned, all the while feeling that I should be bigger than this and just be thankful that the tumbler didn’t break into the bargain.

Now with everything washed and the floor looking cleaner that it’s been for a while, the house smells of strawberry shake....... or maybe the smell is just engrained in my nose.

I would have blipped the deed at the time had I not been too busy crying, so the blip is just an illustration.