Mornin' my darlin's. After another day standing/sitting at the easel, I feel more positive that I may be, at long last, heading in the right direction. Very deep breath...sigh...
ann I am relieved that you escaped the dirty deeds of the so-called cleaner.
When in my youth, I was asked out on a date with some chap that my boss at the time described as a "good guy", I accepted and was transported along the M1 in an Aston Martin to a Japanese restaurant in London. Talk about a poser!. He spotted a police car as we left the restaurant. He put his foot down and I was scared to death as he hurtled back to where I lived. Some time later, he was arrested for running a "business" involving stealing expensive cars and "re-marketing" them. Boy, oh boy!