“Ingratitude is treason to mankind.” James Thomson
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
Head. In. Sand. With pancakes!
Ever had one of those days when you feel like eating scrambled eggs and mushroom chow mein and toast with many cups of tea all day with the curtains drawn? And yet there is plenty you should be doing as your house hasn't been properly cleaned in eight weeks and the dishwasher is full and the kitchen surfaces are covered in dirty dishes and all your clean clothes are living in various inappropriate places in stringy piles because you've had some carpentry done in the room where they normally live - carpentry that you've been waiting to be finished since February - and yet this doesn't seem so bad because your suitcase from your holiday, from which you returned about ten days ago, is still completely full of perhaps inextricably intertwined items of clothing, so there isn't the contrast of tidiness which might show it up as messy, but everything has rather blended in as one large nest of chaos?
Maybe I could lay some carpet over it and move on.
It's just you. Except for the pancakes part.ReplyDelete
Yes, I think pancakes are universal.ReplyDelete
Indeed, I have had days with the need for drawn curtains, but no chow mein or scrambled eggs or tea...just a lot of mindless tv and a pint of vanilla ice cream which is perfection.ReplyDelete
Vanilla ice cream would always be my first choice of comfort food; alas, it is verboten on my thyroid diet. Curses!ReplyDelete
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When I am flustered I eat a lot of Marmite. And sometimes donuts. But I do it in a secretive way. I was going through a micro laundry phase where I washed every piece of clothing the moment it was removed from my body. But now that I've settled into a healthy medicated routine, I am back to myself, which is the laundry situation you describe above. Macro laundry, wrinkled in dryer or molding in washer.ReplyDelete
Yeah Tara, maybe some meds are in order for me too. I'm quite good at doing laundry, even in my current state, because the effort to reward ratio is so great, but the machine is where the endeavour ends. I fail spectacularly to iron, fold or put it away, thus making as much of a mess as before I started.ReplyDelete
I had been home from vacation for 2 weeks, and glanced at my unpacked bag...and wondered, "is there a guiness record for that sort of thing?"ReplyDelete
Ooh, do you think I could get some sort of Guinness recognition for it? That gives me all sorts of ideas for exploiting my slovenliness.ReplyDelete