Practise makes…

I’ve been abandoned My family have been gone for six days so far and in that time, I have emptied the dishwasher, filled it and emptied it again and it’s halfway through being filled again; unloaded the dryer, moved washing up into the dryer and put on another load that is yet to come out; taken the rubbish out of the kitchen bin and moved it outside where it was collected today.

I have been such a Little Miss House-proud, my parents wouldn’t believe. I have no idea where this has come from but it’s been kinda nice. I also would have done the ironing but I ached too much this evening (Exercise is bad for you!) and, as of tomorrow, I’m having people stay over until my family come back. Despite this, I’m determined for my family to come back, exhausted, to a calm, clean house.

However, if they think this is going to carry on then they can think again. There is only one area of the house that hasn’t remained tidy and that is my bedroom. Clutter covers every area. I tidied it a week ago on Monday but, already, I’ve got files and papers scattered everywhere, mingled in with overflowing jewellery boxes and eyeliner pencils. Mess is in my genetic make up, I’m afraid, and the house is only staying tidy to win points from my family. It’s definitely one to save for persuasion later.

“Can I go out tonight?”
”Er…”
”…I kept the house tidy when you were in Switzerland!”
”Sure, okay Maura! Stay out for as long as you want! Don’t come back til next Tuesday if you wish! Here, have £100 while you’re at it!”

Well… I can dream!