Oh mighty Caesar ...

... dost thou lie so low?
I have to admit to being a wee bit pre-occupied of late. The kitchen, now consists of four bare walls, a few sealed off water-pipe ends, a collection of trailing wires and the washing machine.

Last night a "Fly on the wall" documentary, would have sworn I'd "Got religion", kneeling reverently at the side of the bath.

I was doing the washing up, in a well-scrubbed plastic bowl I found lurking in the garden.

;¬))