I remember when I was a young newly married man the little feminine ways Margaret had .A few bottles in the bathroom to make her smell nice and towels draped gracefully on the floor,a handbag resting gracefully on the sofa in the place.Little
touches that made me smile.
Now I am no longer that young man and have been living life as a solo for 13 years. Ellen has returned and has brought back memories of those happy times with the same little feminine habits her mother had,10 zillion bottles of junk cluttering up the
bathroom,wet towels left for me to stand on,a handbag discarded on the sofa,so why do they annoy me now? why do they not make me smile? because I'm old,set in my ways and grumpy that's why.Still I make allowances because after all she is still my little girl.