picnic of bread and cheese in front of the rugby is bound to involve
The level of crumbage scattered on the back of the dead cow on the
sitting room floor was obviously more than Isobel could take.
First she disapeared off into the kitchen and came back brandishing
the little broom.
When that was simply greeted with 'how sweet' she went back out to the
Determined to get us to clean up our mess, she returned with the full
size broom and proceeded to sweep the floor.
I took the hint and shook the rug out the front door.