We come under attack from those cruel and heartless Silverwoods, who suggest that our cleaning and preparations for the professional photographer from the Estate Agent might be only skin deep; superficial and not constituting genuine de-cluttering and improvements on da house. Out of a sense of open-ness and honesty, we therefore publish some pics of where the junk all went for you to judge for yourself, to whit, "under the stairs", "the big bad bookshelf" and "the walk in wardrobe". Wanna buy this house? Immaculate and well cared for?
Meanwhile, Dad has lost his heart to a Galway Hooker and spent tonight climbing all over her, stroking her and getting inside. Is this Ok on a family blog? All will be revealed tomorrow.
Deefs
4 comments:
You are ONLY ALLOWED to start loving Galway Hookers once you are in Ireland. Is that perfectly clear?
(That'll be £10, Cinque)
Thank you darling
That's more like it normalness returned.
As I have been told by Mrs S, ensure your dad rubber's up, as Galway hookers are notoriously wet and slippy! Not that I would know of course...
Oooohooooh Matron!
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