Kitchen Jiggery Pokery

My poor long suffering husand. As soon as I stopped working, I took over the kitchen, and boy did I take over. My modern, minimalist husband has lost an entire room of the house to my vast amounts of frippery. And worse, I (nicely) twist his arm into making bits of furniture to accommodate my bric-a-brac. Bless him...

Bish Bash Bosh

Bish...





Bash...





Bosh...

And forewith starts the perilous attempt to regain..don't fail me now bulletpoints....

• My creativity
• My ability to dress in a cohesive manner, excluding pyjamas and/or hoodies
• A waist
• The ability to write witticisms (sp?) without having to jingle a Winnie the Pooh toy with my left toe.

A small list of aims but theoretically an absolutely ENORMOUS one.

Here goes nuttin'...