Is done. At least, as much as I’m doing. I gave in and recognised that the kitchen floor had reached epic proportions of clattiness. It is now beautiful – ish.
Several other chores have been done with my usual enthusiasm for all things pertaining to housework.
I can now return to blogging and writing with an easy mind.
If truth be told, I have paused the hoover, dropped the mop, removed the rubber gloves and penned a couple of posts in between.
I can’t help it.
I don’t know what’s happening. Everything I think and feel and do is popping into my head already phrased and full-stopped.
So, I’m going with the flow.
I will, of course, attempt to ensure that our house does not fall into a state of muck and mire.
With kiddies now more independent and lots of free days courtesy of a teacher’s summer holidays (I know, see, https://scottishmomus.wordpress.com/2013/07/04/cant-resist-it/), I have more time on my hands than maybe even WordPress can cope with.
But, hey ho, it’s off to work I will go in a couple of weeks so I daresay the stream will dry up.
I hope not. But, in the meantime, I’m making hay while the sun shines – with intermittent rain and occasional thunder.
To paraphrase the lyrics of Bryan Ferry. ‘It’s my blog and I can post if I want to, post if I want to, dum dum de dum de de de de de dum.’
Now to post. And post. And………