My writing nook – QWC blog tour

See this? Proof positive that I'm turning into my mother. Popping on lippy before heading out to the shops. Cleaning up before the visitors arrive.

Half an hour ago, my writing desk was buried under its usual sedimentary layers of bills, paperwork, notebooks, half-drunk cups laced with coffee scuzz, dog poo bags (unused), hair ties, change (glad I found that), and three different types of hand cream.

I now smell damn good thanks to the marshmallow body butter and have transferred all the mess ...