Okay, stoppit, no more whiny goodbye posts. Promise.
I've started a fantastic new life, which includes someone called Julio (pronounced Hoo-lio) and a pair of trackpants and loads of music and merryment. I'm packing off the Aunties for a pretty little picnic for a bit and letting Jane Fonda (we share the same birthday) take over. So Jane and Julio are totally working it and it's for the best.
I have also been appointed the official cleaning lady of the house. I am so bizziarely good with menial work it's not even funny. I can cook, clean and wash and I'm seriously considering it as a career option. There's so much peace in housework sometimes. Just you, your music and a mop. There is one part I hate though. Folding. I hate folding clothes and keeping them in their place. It's just no fun.
I climbed fourteen floors today - and funnily, wasn't as breathless as I thought I would be. Also discovered a little terrace like extention on the 16th floor landing, which no-one uses, and could be 'put to use' so to speak, if I wished.
I feel a bit like Zorba the Greek at the moment.
I've started a fantastic new life, which includes someone called Julio (pronounced Hoo-lio) and a pair of trackpants and loads of music and merryment. I'm packing off the Aunties for a pretty little picnic for a bit and letting Jane Fonda (we share the same birthday) take over. So Jane and Julio are totally working it and it's for the best.
I have also been appointed the official cleaning lady of the house. I am so bizziarely good with menial work it's not even funny. I can cook, clean and wash and I'm seriously considering it as a career option. There's so much peace in housework sometimes. Just you, your music and a mop. There is one part I hate though. Folding. I hate folding clothes and keeping them in their place. It's just no fun.
I climbed fourteen floors today - and funnily, wasn't as breathless as I thought I would be. Also discovered a little terrace like extention on the 16th floor landing, which no-one uses, and could be 'put to use' so to speak, if I wished.
I feel a bit like Zorba the Greek at the moment.
Labels: rennovation
posted by Loony Libberswick of Llapland at 11:35 PM
6 Comments:
u crazeee fitness freak, you!
(issfun no?)
bye-bye auntie? :(
Fitness Freak tor baap. Chup kor.
Aunty will be there only in "spirit".
fantastic new life...
*sighh*
and you didn't even feel stuck in a rut. some people have all the luck.
D - Yass yass yass :) But at the cost of making a Rajesque statement, I won't say anything ;)
TBC - (look, you'll always be TBC for me)Who said I didn't? Honey, the rut is stuck on me, not the other way round. Time to peel it off.
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put it to good use, ye .
and putting themin their place >urgh.
mop music and myself is just fine.
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