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!