Happy Days

fair do's to the Prof,

I got home late after work this morning all tired and worn out and I was ecstatically happy when I found the cottage beautifully tidy with the dogs all lined up in a row waiting for me like the Von Trapp Children in front of the Baroness. 

I suddenly thought I was living in a parallel universe.

The worktops in the kitchen were cleanly  wiped down and free of clutter.

The washing up bowl was empty and smelling fragrantly like a posh girl's foo foo and the recycling was all organised and ready for bagging up.

As I wandered through the cottage, I began to notice other things.

Instead of being scattered around the living room with gay abandon, the sofa cushions were all neat and tidy and  not on their usual place on the floor where Winnie hurls them and upstairs the bed was made, and the bath room towels all put away!

Its a joy not to be faced with  minutiae of shite when you are tired.

I made toast and eggs for myself and shared the crusts with the dogs . Then I had a hot bubble bath and by 9.15 I felt all clean, zen-like and back to normal.

I put on clean jim jams and skipped to bed with a light heart.

..........and in my bare feet stood directly in a large mouse-gut pool of Albert puke which had thoughtfully been deposited in the centre of the bedroom floor.