This morrow I was stripping wood shelving in the Leicester brunch of Lush, Gorden Bennett does it stink in there. Once load went off to my painting job. By the time I got home at six I had a bad head and could taste soap in my mouth and the car smells like a tart boudoir. Nice girls made me a cuppa so not all bad and the wood will make a bench down on the river.
I admire your staying power, I can't spend more than 5 minutes in Lush because I get overwhelmed with the smell.
Moi! swear I am a clergy spouse and the good lord would strike me down if such harshness flowed from my lips.
