OK. Sunday night. What a productive day I have had. Am I the only person this side of the black stump to know the sheer pleasure of chucking out old undies? The thrill of watching them go up in smoke or into the bin is indescribable. I think. It is soooo liberating. I would happily go commando for the rest of the week and thankfully, because I don't live in Wellington, I probably could without too much worry! One of my daughters has a tee shirt that is emblazoned across the front, in pink glittery writing "Don't let the smile fool you". Wonder if she would lend it to me.....