Miss Dunnit went back to work yesterday, Mr Dunnit has spent a few hours at work today and I've um, er, been at home, sort of hanging around. I've cleared up and put away a lot of crockery and glasses that we used for entertaining yesterday, I've made the bed, I've erm....made a couple of lists and even had a short snooze in the armchair after my lunch. I've got a lot to do naturally, because in this house, turning my back on the laundry basket for two days causes it to fill to overflowing. And for reasons not described in any 'perfect housewife' manual, there's suddenly more ironing to be done than my will to live can contemplate.
I want to do some more sewing, there's a bit of a cooking session to be had in front of New year's Day and there's the calendars to play with. So I've got plenty to do. And it's stuff I want to do. Instead though, I find myself walking around the house snapping photos of stuff that currently look Christmassy in the gloom of this dank day.
Not one single picture has been posed - although I did go to the trouble of pushing the plate of bread a little closer to the little pot of jam-(to show off my apparently kitsch spoon!) .
It would seem I'm putting off doing anything, not just a basket full of ironing. Ah well, I guess if I hang around being unproductive for long enough, a deadline will wander into view and I'll be all Mrs Motivated and going for it. So I better make the most of my just hangin' day. I'm outta here.