Since starting this modest blog, I have found myself frequently thinking “What would Miss Marple do?”
After the rose pruning activities of yesterday, I ran inside to get warm and treat my thorny injuries and soak my hands in warm water. That led to peeling potatoes and making soup, and before I knew it, it was dark outside.
Stepping outside today, I surveyed rose clippings all about, and tut-tutted to myself “what would Miss Marple say?” I was ashamed of myself. Jane Marple would have tidied up after herself and brushed down the doorstep before she would dreamed of going back inside.
Needless to say I could not just leave the entrance to my home ashambles and I did tidy up the discarded canes. Tomorrow I just may polish my brass post box. I am sure Miss Marple would have done.