It was a hot sticky afternoon. Too hot for housework, but I diligently (and slowly)I kept on until the vacuuming was finished. I was trying to convince myself that I’d done enough; that it was too hot to dust. But my conscience thought otherwise. Why is it that every time you decide to flout a tradition or do something different, the old conscience comes to the for?! Slowly I began to dust the tops of the bookshelves. We have lots of shelves so this was not going to be a quick job. I put on the fan and began to dust. All of a sudden I felt an object behind my dustcloth. I had nothing on that shelf but dust..or so I thought. Out came the step ladder and I climbed up to see what it was, hoping fervently it wasn’t a cockroach or a mouse! It was hubby’s little micro drill which he had left up there weeks ago and forgotten where he had put it! The battery was very flat by now, but suddenly, energy came to the fore as I raced outside to not only show my find to hubby but to ‘tease’ him about his lapse of memory. We both had a good laugh and I learned a lesson – we females have intuition plus and I need to be grateful for mine!