...Or, What a load of Bologs
Sooooooo, it was Sunday morning and the only day of the week when we get a lie-in.
Feeling rested and refreshed, Mr W got up and offered to make everyone a cooked breakfast. I took the opportunity to have a lovely bath.
I love the smell of a lovely bath. Can't have too many products in the bath water because I have the Skin of a Princess; but the odd splash of a baby product, coupled with the smell of what I can only assume is chlorine, and my nostrils are happy.
There are two smells finer than that of a lovely bath. One is the smell of a cooked breakfast, and the other is the smell of a cooked breakfast that someone else has cooked.
