'You've reached that stage!' my friends keep telling me.
I think they mean that it's my turn to look after my parents.
'I haven't reached a stage. It's been a constant battle.'
'What battle?'
'A battle against mould. I'm allergic to mould.'
'Mould?'
'Black mould. It gets everywhere, especially in fridges.'
'But don't you clean them?'
'Yes, but I'm allergic to the cleaning fluid.'
Don't bother to watch too much...
I can't think why this constituted prime-time viewing but Cynthia was great.
...but my apron is quite swish. Please note the spotty apron from Seville.
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