turps

My house looks like a bomb exploded in it at the moment. It's D day for the builders at mam's so all morning boxes of stuff has been arriving for me to store for the next few weeks. Mam's stuff and all of Corey's toys and assorted things of his that's been up there since he was a baby. The hall is full of boxes, I've one passage clear where I can walk through the living room and I'm also in the middle of trying to get the whole house tidy ready for the mortgage assessor who's coming in the morning. Add in the clean washing that's climbing out of the basket ready to be ironed and I'm just going, argh! Related to cleaning, you'd think if you opened a drawer you'd shut it, or if you knocked a shirt of the hanger you'd put it back. Or if you finish a toilet roll you'd put a new one on, really how hard is it? Petty things are annoying me today.

So I'm taking half an hour to do something. I'd say check e-mail but I'd need weeks to sort that out the mess I'm in at the moment.

Okay, moan over. I'm going to put a good CD on and make a dent in the pig-sty that's my home.