I just wandered into the bathroom and discovered it smells in there - not the sort of smell you'd usually associate with a bathroom, before you ask, but of cigarettes.
Obviously Celine has been having a bit of a smoko in her down time from bothering me whilst I wash. I have images of her hastily stubbing it out as I approach, clearing her throat in preparation of breaking into glorious song, and then looking annoyed when I leave again after grabbing the nail clippers from the bathroom cabinet.
Feet, mama
5 years ago
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We are getting more and more clues about this mysterious Celine. Next perhaps you could investigate the taste of your bathroom? I imagine Celine would taste like water from the moon.
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