Messy Girl

So, coming downstairs  this morning to make my morning coffee I was   shocked by the mess that greeted me in the kitchen. “Who made this mess. “Why can’t you just clean up after yourself. Is it so difficult to wash your plate?”  OMG it’s just me. I am the messy one.  Sheepishly I slunk back to bed with my coffee contemplating this new revelation. Left alone with no witnesses I  really am a messy person.

Note to self:  Get your house in order.

And not only am I messy   I am also prone to laziness.  Having slunk back to bed, I then stayed there for 2 hours finishing off my Netflix series.  “So why not,” I said to  the bedroom furniture,  wtf else is there to do?”  The dog is getting very concerned about this new relationship I am having with the inanimate objects. In the kitchen this morning there was a lot of jealousy in the spoon drawer. “Pick me pick me,” said the small silver one. “Not fair she picked you last time it’s my turn today,” said the bigger spoon giving the little one a shove.  I intervened. “Ok guys there’s lots of time you will all get a chance to be picked,” Perhaps the dog is right to be concerned.  Only another 74 days to go. By which time I will probably be on very close terms with all the cutlery.

We have this Tom and Jerry thing going on in the house. A visiting Tom cat seems to have taken a liking to our house. Have posted his picture on  the Next door  website but there have been no takers. Entering through our cat flap he  roams about the house with such confidence — typical tom — that you would think  that he really does live here. This is until he is discovered either by me or by Izzi who tears after him after him at full pelt. Tom just manages to exit the cat flap before Izzi  snaps his tail . I fear that very soon  either Tom is not going to make it out in time or Izzi is going to smash her face on the cat flap. I’m not complaining  anything for a bit of distraction.

It’s almost time for my virtual bridge game.  I often wonder what my mother would say if she could see me discussing trumps and point counts.  She was a fanatical  bridge player and  would play 3 or 4 times a week with three somewhat disparate men. Sometimes she would creep in at dawn having been playing all night, well that’s what she said anyway.   Mum was very beautiful and very funny, and the three men adored her. Peter was a rather large builder; Roy was a Leicester university maths professor and Zoli was a Hungarian exile. Unbelievable that I can remember their names from 60 years ago and yet I cannot remember what I had for breakfast.  What’s that about?

In addition to the men she would play with three local women.  We  were quite poor growing up and my brother and I were latch door key children  as both my parents worked full time. So, when it was her turn to host the game she would bake cakes either first thing in the morning or the night before. I remember one time when she made chocolate eclairs and to ensure they were still there when her guests arrived, she left a note on them  which read: “I have spat on every single one of these.” We quite liked mum’s spit!

Yesterday I spoke about desperate consumer selling – well some are doing quite well. Clearly the on line beauty industry is booming – can’t think why. John Shopping for moisturiser I found that John Lewis was completely out of stock for Bobby Brown, Lancome, Clinique, Nars, and Dior. I know not exactly vital, but a girl has to try.

Let’s be careful out there

 

Author: ladyserendipidy

Journalist, event planner, mother, animal lover, not very good bridge or scrabble player, hopeless housekeeper, ex social worker, radio producer, tv executive, hater of almost all insects especially the eight legged ones. And if I am ever allowed out of my house, intrepid traveler.

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