Spending Time with Henry

I'm going to have a go at one of those liberating, rambly posts that I used  to enjoy writing.

It's 00.35 and I should have been asleep 1 hour ago because my body is fighting a cold virus (quite successfully) and I am unable to function mentally right now. Text looks wrong, I can't string proper sentences together and I keep forgetting how to spell halfway through words.

Today, as with yesterday and the day before, I spend every single free moment of my life cleaning the house. My birthday party will be on Saturday and I have friends arriving from Thursday onwards and basically sleeping in EVERY single room in the house. This means that the spare room, to which all of my sewing and knitting paraphernalia has been relocated over the course of about two years had to be CLEANED OUT. This took me an entire season and a half of Peep Show to accomplish, and even then it wasn't/isn't done. I am quite proud of myself for managing to organise all my fabric and wool. It's quite a feat. I should really take a photograph.

Then there's the spare front room, into which all of my clothes, books, jewelry, junk, stationary, crap, bits and things had been transferred at Christmas so that my brother and sister in law could have my bedroom. Happily that is tidy now, despite having Lucy on Skype for a few hours while I repeatedly cried "What am I doing?! What am I doing? I don't know what I'm even doing!" because the enormity of my task was just ridiculous.

Tomorrow, I will clean my bedroom, the bathroom, the hall, downstairs and put the Christmas decorations away.

And so, my friends, I have once again come to these conclusions:

1: I have TOO MUCH BLOODY STUFF
2: I don't understand punctuation well enough
3: .......................


OH MY GOD I'VE GOT AN OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOK AND IT IS STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT.