So: moving swiftly on to something completely different..
I don't own it...
Cleanliness. That's nicely cleancut by Mr. Franklin: Don't tolerate any uncleanliness in your clothing, your person or your habitation...
Meaning: it's cleaning time yet again. Though I do keep my clothes and my self clean. I will intensify the keeping of my habitation clean. Sounds good? Is good. I will flutter by the dirt like a butterfly. Unlike a butterfly, I will take it up and throw it away.
But since butterflies have been on my my, here is a butterfly-song by Dolly Parton, that I heard on "Sunday Night with Michael Ball" on BBC Radio 2 (every Sunday at 7.00 pm)... (don't own the clip)
I know, this has been not only a late post, it is a short one at that. But it is neither the week of punctuality, nor the week of plenty.... :-)
Cheerio and until next time...
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