Second Helpings

Sulking

I didn't expect to achieve much housework on Monday as the day just gets swallowed up by supermarket shopping, delivering to my Dad, unloading and then slowly recovering.

I wasn't anticipating doing any housework on Tuesday as that's the day I receive a foot tickle from my reflexologist friend John and an earbashing from my very verbose friend Gillian. Then I have to cook dinner and make exotic cocktails for friends who join us for the evening. I wasn't wrong on the housework front.

I didn't even contemplate any housework on Wednesday as that's my shopping day in Nottingham with my friend Joy. She bought a pair of gloves and I bought a Thomas the Tank Engine DVD. Then we headed for the pub.

I thought I might catch up with a bit of housework on Thursday, but my head was a bit delicate and I kept getting interrupted by telephone calls, doorbell ringers and essential things I needed to do on the computer,

I knew I wouldn't get any housework done on Friday as I had a duck day planned in Derby with my sister. And very pleasant it was too, although I swear time passes at double its normal rate on these occasions.

Housework wasn't on the agenda today. I was so looking forward to my monthly hike with my walking group and was such a good girl going to bed early in order to be prepared. I jumped out of bed when the alarm went off only to discover six inches of the white stuff had fallen overnight, rendering it impossible to drive the twenty-five miles to the starting point.

I'm going to sulk all day tomorrow, so housework can go to blazes. I wonder if anyone ever suffered death by dust?