Never neglect my washing again. I didn’t wash for a couple of days before Christmas. I know, I started hitting my head very hard against the wall yesterday. Oops, same time as worked phoned to say no staff in. A hard choice, run & hide at work or do washing??? Hmm how fast was I out that door. At work, more staff than are usually seen thanks to Evelyn and her head-mistress voice so I could go home
I wasn’t dressed for work actually. I did have the regulation black on but a vest top & yoga pants with a blob of chewing gum stuck to my bum is not the look I go for. Neither is my ear lobes exposed without the large hoop ear-rings & worse, no make-up
How totally desperate was I to escape. I did have to go out to the front to sort the till. How fkn typical to pass a tango with a fit looking guy when I looked like a bag lady!!!!
Ah well, home after a McD’s hot choc and the washing didnt improve. Neither did my mood when I realised to late that one of the black bags I had dropped off at work had washing in it. I had ran out of laundry bags so had used a black bag. It got amongst clothes Jamie was tossing and I took them to work. Not to get sold but to get recycled, ah shit. 3 pairs of next work trousers gone. Positve, I get to shop. Okay boring, just work trousers but since Lewis had emptied his entire t-shirt drawer into the same bag, he needs some new stuff too.
So, I stomped around all day. My happy no matter what had blood dripping into my lip from biting it too hard. I still have washing but I have given myself a good lecture and I hope I listened to the stern voice I gave myself. My bedroom, there is a choir singing in my ear. My bedroom is clean, neat and apart from the pile of clothes I cant fit into my drawers or wadrobe its tidy. My new sleigh bed is up. Its not going to last long. I think I had gotten used to my old bed and the new one doesnt look right. Serves me right for keeping the old one for so long I guess.
Apart from washing, cooking, I am seriously bored. I just want to go back to work now. I cant believe Hogmany is tomorrow. At least my shopping is done so none of that rush shopping tomorrow. Just my black bun & shortbread to get and I’m ready for another fun, fun new year. I think I may get drunk tomorrow night if I manage to stay awake.
Christmas is over and the new year is approaching. I try to remember that everyone isn’t happy at new year and I always raise a glass to those who are no longer with us but I think I may just lift my glass to the future, just for a change this year. After all, we who are alive, we must be here for something right.