I just washed my hands but they still stink.

Maybe the smell is in my nose and not actually on my hands.  I was after all wearing rubber gloves.

What was I at?  Do you really want to know?

All these bright mornings and the sunshine have gone to my head.  I was out for a walk before 8am today.  I did have an ulterior motive, but that is for another day.

The ironing is complete and neatly folded bundles are ready to put away.  While they cooled down I tackled the front door.  Yesterday I gave it a good scrub and the past hour was spent giving it some beauty treatment.

Not a hot towel in sight, but I did use a very soft cloth and some oil.

Teak oil.  I worked my way over the door making sure I covered every inch before going back to the beginning and doing the same again several times.  The forty year old door is not teak, it is a very good genuine mahogany.  It does not have a red colour to it.  This sometimes made me wonder about the origin of the wood.

Some years ago I had need to call on a locksmith and he remarked on the high quality of the wood and actually told me where it came from.  Alas, I cannot recall the place right now.

Never mind, It is looking well and another coat tomorrow or the next day will have it looking like the icing on the cake!