We have an inspection on Thursday. This is the trouble with renting. People you don't know, coming into your house when you're not there, checking it's not falling apart. It means I have to hide Alfie as well. Our contract says no pets, but that tends to mean dogs and cats, but I'd rather not take that chance. He has to go in my cupboard, and I have to make sure there aren't any clothes touching his cage, because he will eat them. The bugger!
The inspection also means something else. Cleaning. Now, I know I moan a lot about not liking things to be messy and how I hate the clutter and the dirt, BUT, it's such a ball ache! I did the hob yesterday, so it's all shiny (but for how long?), the bathroom could do with a once over, the stairs are a disgrace, my bedroom needs a vacuum, I don't even know where to start with the spare room...
Anyway, this isn't just a blog about cleaning, you know!
I feel good. Despite the fact it's still February, I feel summery. I am in shorts and t-shirt, my window is wide open and I have my music blasting for all to hear. My plant has flowered now so it looks less like a serpent. I'll take a picture sometime. I think I'm just happier than I have been of late. Certainly less stressed out. I don't think there's any reason for it. Perhaps it's the Earl Grey I bought? I think I'll have another as soon as this blog is done.
I went out with folks from work on Friday. It's strange really. I very rarely, if ever, talk to any of them in the office. It was Lauren's last day (never spoken to her before). My very own stalker invited me out, so I thought I probably should. Although, thinking about it, maybe I should be anywhere near her when I'm drunk. I fear I WILL be raped. But it'll be the most sex I'll get in a while anyway...
I'm off for the Earl Grey. In a bit.
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