I asked the MOAA to come down for tea tonight, which pushed me into a mini-flurry of housework. Keeping in mind some advice I read in a blog this morning (sorry, can’t remember whose it was now, sorry,sorry, sorry) about finding a reason to enjoy the things you have to do, my mind started versifying while I was cleaning the bathroom:
I’m not what you’d call houseproud
I do it when I must
I kinda like the cobwebs
they go well with the dust.
Then, I had this cheery thought whilst vacuuming the floors:
I’ve been thinking of windows
as eyes into my houses soul
so it makes me feel quite worried
when at night they start to glow.
It quite put me off washing the floors, not sure what I might start versing next.
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..