I wanted to tidy the house the other day. It needs a hoover and an all round good scrub.
I donned my 'knocking around the house' clothes. You know the clothes that your mum used to tell you to wear when you were at home, for fear of you getting your 'best' clothes dirty or ruined.
Hoody and Joggers - Check!
Bin Bag - Check!
Oooo.. someones messaged me on facebook..
DOH!
Goodbye an hour what could of been a massive clean up operation!
I pulled myself together and started to put some washing on and started tidying my room. Radio blearing out some classic 90's tracks causing quite a few air punches and air guitar of an elite standard. The mini clean up was going well. Socks matched up and rolled up, clothes folded or hung, put a few bits and bobs away, all good stuff until I clocked the time. It wasn't long until I had to ditch this and get my glad rags on to head out for a night on the town.
Decided to put the dinner on, finish my room and get ready to go out. Except Mr. Procrastination decided to pop by again.
Don't worry, I didn't put off the dinner!
Just the completion of the task I started 6 hours ago!!
So I'm still sitting in a pig-sty... I guess I will start again in a bit :/
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