So, I have kind of a busy weekend ahead of me. A date tonight. Drinks with friends tomorrow. A visitor to take round some tourist things on Sunday.
I guess this doesn't sound busy, but when you factor in the late nights and big sleeps that I'm also planning, the time becomes short and precious. Very short and very precious. This is where one of the best parts of my job comes in very handy.
The thing is, I only work four and half days a week - I finish at 12h30 every Friday and have the afternoon all to myself. Luxury. Real luxury.
Admittedly, I use my Friday afternoons to do the boring, dull, painful stuff - like cleaning, washing, ironing, changing beds, mopping floors. It's kind of dull, but it does mean that I get a proper 'weekend' on Saturday and Sunday. Perfect.
This week, however, is a bit harder than usual. Because I've been so madly, chaotically busy over the last few weeks, I've built up a backlog of everything. I'm at the bottom of the pile of clean clothes, of clean bedding and clean towels. The house looks like I've been burgled and ransacked. Truly, it looks like Viking raiders have been through, raping and pillaging as they go.
All this means that this afternoon I have my work cut out for me.
So, I'll be home in an hour's time. I'll find some good music, get a load of washing started, pour myself a nice cold gin and tonic and start cleaning. There's nothing like Bombay Sapphire to get you in the mood for a little dusting and hoovering.
Anyway, I have to finish by six. I need to make myself look beautiful for my date.
But I guess that if the house is clean, I won't be too embarrassed if we end up back at mine later.
If ever there was a motivation to get the house clean, the thought of a handsome young man seeing the dust on my headboard has to be it, surely?
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And there was me thinking you had some kind fairy doing all that for you :) Reassuring to know it is not all party party party.... have a great weekend.
LOL as I signed off on that previous comment I suddenly had a vision of Freddie singing "We've got to break free" doing the housework in drag. I wont be able to get that out of my head all day now, maybe it will inspire me to do some housework as well.
Softy, the kind fairy is me. Alas, it would be nice to have a lady what does, but no, just me...
And thanks - now I also have that tune stuck in my head...he he!
Unfortunately that argument loses power the minute you move in together... :(
Well, kind fairy, hope you had fun dusting, scrubbing, ironing and folding between gins while dancing to Queen and that you're now off to enjoy your date!
How embarrassing and distracting to have a cobweb hanging from the ceiling light or in a corner. Gawds! I wouldn't be able to concentrate!
Darling - your little frilly apron will do just fine.
In good weather you need to open the windows, dress up like raggedy cinderella and sing as loud as you can while cleaning. It's what I do and it annoys the shit out of most people on my street.
Make yourself look beautiful? Darlin you don't need to. :D
I could do with a 4.5 day work week!
And another date? Who with THIS time???
Marjolein, doesn't it just...but that's not such a bad thing...
Rob, I finished on time and, well, as for the date....hmm.
Aims, have you been watching me? How do you know about the apron?
Poser, my music is permanently loud enough to annoy the neighbours. Luckily they have missed the hidden meaning of 'if you seek amy', he he
CB - oh yeah - 4,5 days is formidable! In the French sense of the word, natch... ;-)
Tell me about it
Ever since I had to fire the Portuguese cleaner when I lost my job this house has not recovered.
I miss her If anyone knows where Elsa from Finchley is Please please let me know
12h30? Do you mean 12:30? You're English, not 'European'!
Ahhh ... I hope your date was enjoying himself so much he didnt notice how clean the headboard was .. ;-D
Back from holiday, trying to catch up ...
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