Engaging in a full fuckin’ spring clean of the house.
My parents house is big. A modest little brick veneer from the outside, once you step inside you realize just how deceptive the exterior is, hiding its 6 bedrooms plus a rumpus and study, informal and formal dining areas, the lounge and LOTS of fuckin’ windows.
And I am currently in the midst of cleaning this monstrosity on my bloody lonesome. Why? Because I have no sodding cigarettes and refuse to buy anymore and have gone off the deep end. I need something to keep me sweaty and busy so that I can ignore my body telling me that I need to run off and buy me some cancer sticks now!
There’s still a lot to go, I’m afraid. I’ve vaccuumed the bastard, cleaned all the outside windows and the fly screens, cleaned every tiny dust speck and cobweb off the ceilings, washed and wiped the windowsills and am currently waiting for mother to get back with a new mop and rubber gloves so I can mop all the floors, do the inside windows and the bathrooms.
Yes folks, this is how I am spending this brilliantly sunny Friday afternoon, and possibly evening. Shoot me.
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