Bottles are breeding in my bathroom like Triffids.
Whilst it is nice to have a Lady Caller and Donna-Da-Lodger about, they have achieved their beach-head and are setting about the wholesale take over of my domicile.
Not just candles, now, either.
Like Lionesses marking their scent - other things crop up.
Four different types of fruity shower gel.
Make Up remover pads
Shampoo and other haircare products
Several types of towels
A set of trolleys containing I know not what.
I even came across a magazine which chilled my blood to ice. I cannot even utter it's title - suffice to say it was about coordinated interiors.
I know I'm doomed.
I know it is cushions, pot-pourri and wooden salad bowls to come.
I shall be making my last stand by the Electric Laundry device.
Fabric Softener? Just say NO.