Hand's That Do Dishes

When the home is dirty, and not in the bedroom, its time to clean! Hands and knees are sore, and not from the bedroom, from scrubbing the floor. The polish comes out, furniture is moved, the hoover makes an appearance, The kitchen sink is filled with hot soapy loveliness that rejuvinates your hands better than any beauty cream ever could. It also wrinkles them so I'm not really revelling in that image. Also, I'm not really washing up, Director Boy is. Also, I'm not really hoovering, it is out but its crap so I literally am on my hands and knees like some Victorian scullery maid, complete with knittting and baking skills...

Once again my friends, I am going insane!!

The only thing that seems to bring me back to earth is re-arranging Vogue into alphabetical order and catagorise my some 300+ DVD's into sections, sub-sections and then having the insanity to alphbetise them. Pearl would be proud.

Can't wait to see her, my stylish and beautiful best friend. She arrives in a week and to be completely truthful I'm finding it both wierd and hard without her near. The international 'Get Pearl a job agency' is working around the clock to bring her to London. Hopefully all will be in order and the Home Office will allow the Visa application.

Eyes on the Prize

Today, I am pleased to say, I am feeling much better. Inanimate objects are no longer seeming so friendly, in fact I think I've done full circle and almost become 'straight man'. I.E. wouldn't dare to even think about cleaning, or putting down a toilet seat.

Well, at least I'm slightly full circle, more semi- circle. Basically, I couldn't tear myself away from running to sainsbury's with the task of doing a full weeks shopping on a budget of £40. Best thing was there was an added bonus, A PRIZE!! If I came in under budget I got a gift. And guess who should be female and came in under budget?? C'est moi!!

I then came home and made lunch for myself and Director boy, who was working from home today. Then I slept while he went swimming. I'm currently making dinner, home made shepherd's pie.

Such a supportive house wife.... Oh dear... I don't think any circles were drawn and no manly thoughts ever entered my head.

But, still, I came under budget. What straight guy knows such pleasures?

Now, I wonder what my prize is??

Sanitary, or Sanity??

Once in a while I feel domestic, today is another one of those moments. So, I started cleaning windows, bathrooms, doing the washing and ironing. Then still found the time to cook, knit AND watch Jeremy Kyle on ITV2, also known as the repeat. Oh, and the time to write this blog.

Domestic life I've realised is rather entertaining! From feeling the self satisfaction of finally being able to see a perfect reflection in the toothpaste and hair product stained mirror. To the limescale clad shower attachment which you spray and scrub until Mr. Muscle feels ashamed. To the smell of freshly baked bread. The feeling of soft cashmere/cotton blend between your thumb and fore finger as you knit one, purl one, knit one... And the fantastic feeling of self importance while laughing at others misfortunes on the T.V. Terrible I know but it can't be helped.

Then you start to realise that the scouring pad that your hand knows so well, is starting to become your best friend. The eco-friendly cleaning spray is becoming the most important item on your christmas wish list...

I AM GOING INSANE!!!