We all remember the eureka moment of Archimedes, don’t we?  The one where he got into a bath that was way too full and the water spilled over the sides onto his perfectly clean tiled floor?  Okay I just made that last bit up because as a retired ‘neat freak’ I probably would have been more focused on the oh heck moment – what about the floor I’ve just cleaned, as opposed to the magical eureka moment of blinding clarity about measuring volume or some such. I know, I know, I’m a philistine. However, I had my own euraka moment the other day.  More of a eurekarrgh moment in my case, and no I wasn’t naked in my bath and most definitely not ready to go running through the streets starkers…too many jiggly bits.  Roman Baths in England Anyhoo, I was going through my list of current desires…big and small,…

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