The sad truth is that bathrooms don’t clean themselves.
The second sad truth is that I had an open Sunday afternoon.
The third sad truth is that I therefore had no excuse.
It would be a sad lie to say I cleaned it willingly. But the job is done. And my reward is still ahead of me: a tray of my Granny Wynne’s Fudge, if I can master the recipe. Haven’t pulled it off yet. But I can smell triumph in the air…hmm, and burnt sugar…
Wish me luck!