....is the one in the evening when you are absolutely filthy......soil....leaves....bugs.....paint....a split bag of cement.....smelly soil conditioner......
Standing under the blast of hot water until bits of you wrinkle....then out for a brisk towel down and lashings of moisturiser.....
Then....because you expect no visitors and won't answer the door anyway the hair can dry and kink as much as it likes and you don't have to bother with make-up.....
And to add to the bliss the wine arrived and some of it is screw top.....don't think I have the strength to use the corkscrew.....nice drop of wine too.....Australian...The Black Stump.... picture of a dead tree on the front..... I think it's a picture of a dead tree or maybe I've not rid my hair of all the bugs and spiders gathered today.....
Happy evening all....... :-)
Oh heck....I hope Chris got some wine today or he'll fall out of love with me..... :-(
Yes, it's a dead tree, all twisted and gnarled. https://cdn.ct-static.com/labels/608905.jpg (Oi! Who just said "So, like you then, Buenchico"? I'm not deaf, you know!) The same vineyard produces wines for this label too: https://cdn.ct-static.com/labels/824352.jpg Perhaps that's more appropriate for a Saturday evening on AB?
Or that long hot soak when everything aches, and you are beyond being tired. When you can lie there listening to music and feel every jangly nerve and muscle untwist. To be followed by clean pyjamas and a hot water bottle just in that last sore spot in the small of your back and a pot of really good tea. That's almost perfect.