Isn't it funny, how you try and try and worry and worry and then finally something clicks and you think 'doh'.
Of course I still have to write the 'clicked bit'.
But the idea is there. Pointing its finger accusingly.
Shrugs and shakes head at herself.
I have promised myself that if and when this story is complete, and the shingles are forgiving, I will buy one of those cupcake shaped soaps I've been ooohing over in the gift shop. Might even post a pic. Yes, I'm a woman of very simple needs. Usually focusing on the ritual of bathtime *I don't get out much*.