... and domesticity

[ailbhe]

I am profoundly grateful to myself for cleaning the bathroom, kitchen and dining room so thoroughly before we went away for the weekend. Homecomings are far pleasanter when they don't involve clouds of fruit-flies and puddles of mouldy washing up water.

I spent yesterday in bed. But I did get the pantry stock-taking done, and a new order placed, and we finished all the Christmas cards and had enough stamps for all of them. Rob did a load of laundry for me.

Today I tidied the master bedroom a bit, and sorted some paperwork, and did more laundry (delicate knit cardigans; I'm a little concerned about them, but I must trust to the great washing machine controller in the sky and hope that they come out the same approximate size they went in), and made a glorious cup of almost-but-not-quite builder's tea; it was hot and weirdly brown and milky and sweet, but it should have been stronger. I got impatient. I drank coffee at the weekend, twice; I felt very daring. I drank alcohol, too; I think I may have had as much as three units over the course of 28 hours. I like semi-colons.

Later I need to call our insurer to see about changing the policy to fit better with our new mortgage, and then I must post the signed mortgage agreement to the new mortgager. I should also do washing up, but it's mostly saucepans and I don't enjoy saucepans. You can float the plates and saucers in the sink, and sink them with teaspoons and things, but saucepans have no scientific possibilities once you've overflowed the basin to prove Archimedes might have been right.

I should get a feather duster. I have a dust allergy; I should deal. Should should should shan't. Chocolate.

Comments

[clanwilliam.livejournal.com]

You can get waxed feather dusters that actually hold the dust, rather than just flicking it around. That might help you.