Aside

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!

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