I don't know much but I know what I like

Mistress Anna woke up this morning and the day stretched out ahead of her: long, empty and bereft of any planned activity unless you count the plodding walks around the block with Maud in the shoulder-straining sling. Which she didn't. So a spontaneous trip away from the Wood of Earl was required. But first Maud needed washing, given she hadn't been submerged in water for over a week. Pooh!

Maud is not a big fan of the bath, which is why it's undertaken so rarely. But Big Daddy-o finds if he wraps her up tightly enough, he can keep tears at bay.

So Mistress Anna headed off to the NSW art gallery for a bit of kulcha. But Maud only deemed the nineteenth century artists, and a little bit of Drysdale, Friend and Nolan acceptable, before indicating a desire to leave.

Fortunately, the day was not cut too short, as Mistress Anna unexpectedly bumped into Holey Doley Jane at a DJs lipstick counter, who couldn't keep her hands off Maud's scrumptiously clean body!