We had an outing this week to Dudmaston Hall. Every school day for twelve years the school bus took me past it but I've never been inside house or grounds before. The gardens are lovely. The idea was to get HoF away from the house jobs but halfway round the lake I noticed he was walking along bloodhound-fashion, nose to the ground. 'What are you thinking about,' I said? Guess what. 'What to do in the laundry room,' was the reply.
Oh, well. We'll see if a few days away in the caravan will help.
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