Fed up with tidying up everyone else’s mess, I thought I’d experiment, i.e. abandon the kitchen for a day, in the hope that Hubby might get busy in there.
Hubby did get busy in there.
After a long Sunday-morning lie-in, I decide to face reality and venture into the kitchen.
This is what it looks like:
Sachets of sauce, scattered spices, dirty laundry, bottle tops, rank dishcloths, bla, bla, bla … on and on and on as far as the eye can see and the nose can smell.
Seems that somebody decided to have a sort out! If only they had thought to replace the items brought thus out of the cupboards, donned the pink gloves and got hold of a bottle of bleach!
Looks like today’s walk is a no, no!
Need cheering up first, so popping outside to snap up something prettier.
And, somehow, overnight, the dandelions on my lawn have taken on a new kind of beauty. Perhaps I won’t get the lawnmower out after all …
Just caught aforesaid Hubby, peering furtively at me from our cave door.
I frown at him.
‘I’m just sorting out a system,’ he says. ‘We need a system!’
All systemised out, I retreat to my writing desk and leave the new Mr Hinch to it …
Await the update!
Copyright of text and photographs owned by Jay Cool, July 2019
P.S. I have five days of the day job left, before I go all independent. Have I just signed up to a future as an unpaid cleaner? Or, is it really possible for a cave-dwelling eccentric to earn a living as a self-promoted freelance nutter?