I cannot get my Granny out of my head today – and my mother. According to their folklore the last day of the Auld Year is when all the housework is done and the house ends up shining. All I seem to be able to manage is to see to the washing and do a little light dusting. Still, as has been said before – dust will always be there. Life is for enjoying the moment.
Aha! The dog needs bathed. That will be the job for the afternoon. And maybe I shall get back to my OU course after that.