Domestic Goddess

7 o'clock as promised, loosening tie Honey-I'm-home meets Clorox smile as you finally put down Maris Piper and peeler to hold my hand for a while. Spritzed your wrists with gravy, smell Sunday's roast in your hair whilst you sit on my knee and read the report with your eyes still on the kitchenware. I… Continue reading Domestic Goddess