My Mother who takes great pleasure in trying to kill me, over andover again!
I am busy pecking away on the computer, trying to finish the revisions to my book, and Mother comes hopping in from her garden and lays down a flat basket filled with garden goodies including a very smelly batch of chives on the desk right next to me and left the room.
I have no idea why other than she wants to kill me but doesn't actually want to witness it.
Immediately, I began to wheeze and gasp for air!!
"Mother, can you take your weeds off the desk please.
This is the library not the kitchen."
Blondes need to watch other Blondes like a hawk!!