I thought that I would wash an Indian cotton rug in the bath and put it out in the sunshine to dry to perfection. I could envisage it, sparkling clean on the sitting room floor, complementing the decor. The dog waited till I had laid it carefully then promptly threw up on it. It's soaking in the bath again. I don't know if I've got the energy to do all that again today. It's really heavy soaking wet.
Festival of Remembrance from the Albert Hall
st teresa's convent sunbury-on-thames
Labour could give energy companies power to access our records.






