My mum, Maggie. Fuck. This means I have to spend the whole day doing all the housework I'm usually either too busy, too lazy or too unconcerned about to do. It's probably a good thing, actually, because the place is a fucking pigsty...
Edit: And just in case people get the wrong idea, I actually get on really well with my mum; it's just that I always feel compelled to clean the place up before she gets here, despite the fact that she knows it's only an illusion of domesticity.
I've just dusted the study. Dusted, for fucks sake. Oh well, at least I now have a clean desk for the first time in months. Time to tackle the bathroom next. *shudders*
3 comments:
oh! if i had any spare time I'd help you clean.
hope dinner went well and mum didn't scrutinise the dusting too much.
Awww, thanks Sublime-ation, but I got most things done - then mum did the dishes. ;-)
R8yan - dinner was great - we went to the Indian place around the corner where I'm a regular, and they made such a fuss over mum - she loved it.
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