Can someone explain to me the point of housework because as far as I'm concerned I've just wasted three and a half hours of my life ... okay I admit it, it was probably nearer two and a half hours if you take out the frequent 'vitally important' checks I had to make on Facebook and eBay. Anyway, it's still three and a half hours that no matter what I do, I'll never get them back.
I must be some sort of cuckoo in the nest because both my sisters adore cleaning and live with minimal clutter.
I've vacuumed, everywhere, polished wood, disinfected surfaces ... including the bedroom windowsills where the cat wipes her ar*e! I don't know why she can't just clench when she sits there straight after using her potty.
Not one of these achievements has bought me pleasure, in fact it was all done whilst wearing my sucking on a lemon expression.
I can honestly say I'd sooner work a whole day WITHOUT PAY than do it again any time soon. The tragic thing is, it'll all want doing again THIS YEAR ;)
I'm going to get me a cleaning lady ...