Crazy weather we are having, wouldn't you agree? Scorching hot today so I was motivated to get the doonas off the beds and replace them with ye olde summer blankets.
Sometimes a well made bed is all that lies between civilisation and total anarchy in our house. I like to stand and gaze at it when the going gets tough.
Anarchy is never far away in any household I am resident in, although I like to think my housekeeping skills have improved since the good old uni sharehouse days. My friend S likened my digs to the house in The Young Ones that Rick, the People's Poet, was so desperate to save...
I remember being told the story of one acquaintance who had to drop something off to the house when we were all on summer holidays. He headed inside, only to come running out in a panic.
"They've been robbed!!" he cried, in a state. Luckily his companions were more au fait with our collective domestic abilities and were able to reassure him that, no, there was no burglary. That was just how we left things.
Disgraceful, really.
This afternoon a cold wind whipped up, but I've already shoved the doonas into my new el cheapo Aldi vacuum bag hoojahs so I'm buggered if I'm digging them out again. I couldn't be bothered washing them or anything. I just wanted them the hell out of the way. I may regret this come Winter Twenty-Thirteen, but, you know, Slapdash by name, Slapdash by nature.
On another note, I feel I should clarify one of the points I made in my "Things I Like" post. I asserted that I no longer harboured an interest in watching The News or Current Affairs Programmes on the telly. Well, look. I guess what I meant was there's only so many children being blown up in the Middle East that I can cope with, cowardly Western middle class suburban horror that I am. I am, actually, passionate about current affairs and particularly Australian politics. There's almost nothing I like better than a throwdown political debate.
But, the fact of the matter is that my current employment situation precludes me from speaking out about the ins and outs of the Australian political climate. I am in a tenuous situation, so I'd better keep me thoughts to meself. This doesn't, however, prevent me from posting the odd article of interest. Here's one you might be keen to cast your eyes over, if you haven't already.
I've been indulging in my usual Sunday night business of watching Call the Midwife. Sob sob.... Triplets.... Sister Monica Joan... Nurse Jenny Lee.... Chummy... Sob sob.
I've also been thinking today about the Bali bombings. Such grief for some. I don't know how they cope.
I'm in a glass case of emoootion...
God bless you dear readers.
Sometimes a well made bed is all that lies between civilisation and total anarchy in our house. I like to stand and gaze at it when the going gets tough.
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| Not very glam. Note the rogue coathanger and tube of aloe vera cream in the background. |
Anarchy is never far away in any household I am resident in, although I like to think my housekeeping skills have improved since the good old uni sharehouse days. My friend S likened my digs to the house in The Young Ones that Rick, the People's Poet, was so desperate to save...
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I remember being told the story of one acquaintance who had to drop something off to the house when we were all on summer holidays. He headed inside, only to come running out in a panic.
"They've been robbed!!" he cried, in a state. Luckily his companions were more au fait with our collective domestic abilities and were able to reassure him that, no, there was no burglary. That was just how we left things.
Disgraceful, really.
This afternoon a cold wind whipped up, but I've already shoved the doonas into my new el cheapo Aldi vacuum bag hoojahs so I'm buggered if I'm digging them out again. I couldn't be bothered washing them or anything. I just wanted them the hell out of the way. I may regret this come Winter Twenty-Thirteen, but, you know, Slapdash by name, Slapdash by nature.
On another note, I feel I should clarify one of the points I made in my "Things I Like" post. I asserted that I no longer harboured an interest in watching The News or Current Affairs Programmes on the telly. Well, look. I guess what I meant was there's only so many children being blown up in the Middle East that I can cope with, cowardly Western middle class suburban horror that I am. I am, actually, passionate about current affairs and particularly Australian politics. There's almost nothing I like better than a throwdown political debate.
But, the fact of the matter is that my current employment situation precludes me from speaking out about the ins and outs of the Australian political climate. I am in a tenuous situation, so I'd better keep me thoughts to meself. This doesn't, however, prevent me from posting the odd article of interest. Here's one you might be keen to cast your eyes over, if you haven't already.
I've been indulging in my usual Sunday night business of watching Call the Midwife. Sob sob.... Triplets.... Sister Monica Joan... Nurse Jenny Lee.... Chummy... Sob sob.
I've also been thinking today about the Bali bombings. Such grief for some. I don't know how they cope.
I'm in a glass case of emoootion...
God bless you dear readers.
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