“I am NOT posing with a pressure washer,” stated my usually compliant husband. “I’m sorry but I draw the line at that.” My latest attempts to rope the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine into “doing his bit” for my blog weren’t going well. I’d asked him to clean the car under the guise of doing a review, but what was actually happening was a serious case of nesting.
You see, what they don’t tell you about the crazy nesting phase when you’re in the third trimester of pregnancy, is that it doesn’t just cover the house.
In fact, my house remains a neglected mess at the moment – but the car, well the car is GLEAMING. Of course I won out in the end. “I’ve never been asked to pose with a pressure washer before,” moaned the NLM, as he buckled under my pleas, desperate for me to leave him alone so he could go back to sitting in the sunshine.