Going Round the Bend

I had a real sense of going round the bend today. My house is upside down what with the windaes and all. Slithers of wood and sawdust everywhere. Last night i hoovered until I dropped, begging for chocolate. This morning I woke up and rubbed my face - yeuk I could feel the debris of sawdust all over me.

More hoovering before out to the parents....and suddenly nothing else matters.

Reasons to be Cheerful part 3 was on the radio. It's such a dance yourself silly song. As mum was recalling her night, up and down, up and down with dad, the Blockheads sang in chorus -'why don't you get back into bed, why don't you get back into bed'. Laughing was not really an option though, so instead I danced and laughed (perhaps a little too hysterically) in my head.

This job, that job, domestic help, joiner, shopper, waste management, administrative assistant, banker, and all the time my mother is asking have I got this, done that? I smiled and quietly went slightly round the bend. It's no great feeling to walk out of the house and leave them. But, for just a little bit longer they need their independence.

Back home to the hoovering, and tonight, a deep relaxing bath so full of bubbles I could drown......