Once Upon Every Time, Mrs B, takes the rubbish and recycling bins up to the top of the courtyard where we live in Fiddle Wood. For emptying. Yes our bins and our nearest neighbours bins too. So she wears upon my advice the one good thick oven glove. It is the case i cut the other one up long ago for some topsy turvy reason i`ve forgotten about. Anyway back to the whole point of this posting. She micro-waves her one good glove zapping the bug that happens to be upon it. i guess it to be a cool wave of expression to make mention of it here.
To smile or indeed laugh can be an awful big adventure. BB
