Quite often, when I slog up the stairs to my little house in the clouds (there are 36 stairs), I get a bit apprehensive and am convinced someone is following me.
So, I whip around, heart in my mouth, to defend myself….
But, its only the sound of my thighs rubbing together I’m hearing.
Haha, not that bad Rosie
Rosie, are you still wearing corduroy?
Isn’t everyone?
Ah Rosie maybe you miss your lovely hubby?? xx