It doesn't take a lot to persuade me not to leave the house. And the weekend forecast of rain on Sunday was enough persuasion. I did feel restless though - an inexplicable need to buy a pile of clear storage boxes to re-introduce some order and visual sobriety to the junkheap that is my bedroom. There was also the strike-while-the-iron's-hot rationale that goes with buying a black'n'decker dustbuster (the mini-est of mini hoovers!) the day before which had died a pathetic squealing lame death after hoovering up some toast crumbs. I wanted to take it back and get Customer Satisfaction from my broken toy. It was not on! But, people drifted past the windows with brollies and hats, and that rain was obviously not going to relent. So I stayed put, comfy on my lovely dry landraft of a sofa, with some dreadful do-up-yer-house telly. It was that or the Titchfield Thunderbolt...
Yesterday the boyfriend helpfully mentioned that said dustbuster is meant to be charged up before use. I did think the lead was pathetically small and not much use if I was trying to hoover anything on the floor.... Thank f**k for that rain on Sunday or I'd have made a right t*t of myself at the shop.
I have fallen hook, line and sinker back into the netherworld that is soap addiction. Well, just corrie specifically. I do have standards, y'know. I found myself counting the hours during Monday afternoon until the double episode at 7.30... A lot of drama, and a lot of not-great acting and timing of line deliveries. But heck, we lurve it.
To while away the can't-wait-until-8.30 interlude I endured half an hour of a 60 Minute Makeover. A family of 5 in a sterile, spotless, unadorned 4 bedroom house, whose children were not allowed posters on the walls, tellingly revealed that they deemed the bare dining room with 4 photos* on a side table cluttered. Without seeing the end result I can safely say the family, ergo the decision-makers that were Mr and Mrs Clutterfree Clean Freak, would have had a minor meltdown when they came back to orange walls and dodgily painted horizontal stripes throughout the entire house.
* One of the photos was Mrs Clean Freak in her graduation clobber - I just thought what a waste of an education to end up scared of mucking up the house a bit.