Betty is trying to appear cool and calm but she is in chaos. Builders have arrived to rip out a door and a window, and worst of all, direct access to a bathroom is challenging. To calm myself down I make myself think of Thin Ice and the race to the south pole. The state of those feet! Ben Foggle's nappy rash is a cause for concern, which brings my thoughts back to the bathroom. I think I will go for a walk. To make life even more idyllic, there suddenly seems to be very little food in the house. My domestic goddessness has disappeared. It's all very well for George, catching that train every day, he can walk away from it all with his brief case (what is inside? figures, statistics, forecasts? it's a complete mystery..) and have a quiet coffee on the train. Maybe pancakes....
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