Me, I'm more like Mr Jackson- he of the large, wet footprints. "Tiddly-widdly-widdly, Mrs Tittlemouse. Pouf, pouf, pouf"
Actually, this is wishful thinking. If only I could be as mellow as Mr Jackson! Spring cleaning makes me profoundly nervous. I look at the size of the task in hand and think, "Oh no, oh no- I'll never be able to deal with this."
I love Beatrix Potter. The Jane Austen of the nursery, don'tcha think?
