mouse killer

Don't tell Mr McMuffin, but I almost killed our wireless mouse by unintentionally hurling it to the floor. I've got it working now, so he'll never know. He's out today with Ms Ginger Cake training some foster carers, I hope it goes well for them. It does rather cut into decorating the room of shame though.

I think I'm going to have a housebound day today as I really can't be bothered to go out. THe downside is that I may feel forced to clean and tidy the house properly in preparation for Dutch friend's visit next weekend. Gottverdomme!

As the thought of cleaning is hardly alluring, I am finding it hard to leave the Mac. It doesn't help that it sits in the dining room calling to me, instead of decently tucked away where I don't have to pass it all the time.

Right Mrs McMuffin, here's the plan:

Clean kitchen and bathroom, drink coffee and blog

Clean bedrooms, do washing, change bedding, eat and blog

Clean living room and dining room and watch tv

When Mr McMuffin returns home, listen adoringly to his day and in manner of 1950's housewife receive his admiring comments on the sparkliness of your home.

Get pissed off with Mr McMuffin for not being around to do his share, as you detest housework. Argue, make up, decide to go out to do something, perhaps to see a film. Argue about what film to see, and which cinema to go to. Sulk, stay in, remind Mr McMuffin you are perfectly content with a book if he wants to watch a bad film on DVD. Annoy him by sitting on settee while he is watching film making comments about how crap it is. Flounce out and blog about what a bastard he is.