The Dog Days
We are shut-in. It’s been below zero all week. The children have coughs and fevers and can’t go to preschool. I can’t knit, because I have made a mistake and am waiting for help to arrive (Claire?). My kindle library book just expired and disappeared. And if all that isn’t enough, last night getting out of the bathtub I happened to notice this on the floor:
I screamed. Dan rushed in. Thank God I saw the soap in time. It was very dramatic. We think someone in this houseful of people is trying to do me in.
If you do not realize what a lethal weapon a bar of soap can be, then you should watch Downton Abbey.