Honourable mention: Last Minute House Tidying. Being married to an obsessive tidyer-upper has its perks: I hardly ever do the dishes or make the bed, because Jason likes to do them just so. He is the loveliest type of husband and we have a great system – I make mess, and he cleans it up. It has worked for almost a decade. When he is at home on his own through the day, he cleans up as he goes along. Me? I turn the entire house upside-down while I’m going about the business of looking after our kids, and then about 20 minutes before he gets in from work I restore the natural order of everything, whipping around the place in a tubby alternative Mary Poppins Spoonful of Sugar style. It is a sight to behold.
Squeezing the Freaky Recurrent Blackhead in Jason’s Back Tattoo
Nagging (Wives Only Event) ... or as I like to call it 'Calling Attention to Requests Still Outstanding'
Driving on Either Side of the Atlantic With Ease and Aplomb
Searching Estate Agents Websites for Houses I’ll Never Be Able To Afford
Procrastinating Important Writing Projects By Blogging Instead