Can’t help feeling my life would be richer and fuller if I wasn’t so dismayed by the sight of dirty dishes.
Or if we had a dishwasher.
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Can’t help feeling my life would be richer and fuller if I wasn’t so dismayed by the sight of dirty dishes.
Or if we had a dishwasher.
I swear I vacuumed this floor mere days ago, now it looks like a dandruffing mammoth has slept on it.
If the measure of ironing excellence was “add more creases”, I would be considered excellent at ironing.
Opened bin to find wasp in there. Put bag of incredibly soiled nappies on top of wasp.
Humans: 1
Vespidae: nil
Two things I forgot today: removal of underpants from bathroom, and the fact that we had a house inspection.
Enormously clever of me, moments after the house had finally cooled down, to do the vacuuming and heat it back up again