A sticky mess...
I’ve been sick for nearly two weeks with a bad cold. Yesterday I was pitifully dragging my sorry arse around the house trying to wrangle a 3 year old and process the enormous mountain of washing that was piled up in the living room.
Mid-morning, I decided to take a well-earned break and snuggle up in my lovely, fluffy dressing gown. I’d left it on top of the bench seat, which cunningly conceals a plethora of kids toys. As I was putting it on, something didn’t feel right. OMG...what is that STICKY STUFF ON MY DRESSING GOWN?! It was in several spots, all over it. I carefully sniffed at it. HONEY.
Leon had helped himself to the squeeze pack of honey that I’d mindlessly left on the kitchen bench that morning after putting some in my cuppa. Why the hell he decided to empty the contents into my dressing gown - and only my dressing gown - I will never know. "LEON!!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!”... “I dunno.”
There doesn’t have to be a good reason when my Leon is involved.
