HOUSEWORK VERSUS BEADS

Hmmmm a dilema then. I know what I should be doing but I know what I want to be doing too. So today I've had a day of Domestic Goddessness. I cleaned the kitchen, even took the knobs off the cooker and cleaned them while my Father in Law cut the fir hedge and de-ivyed the extention wall and next doors conservatory.

Having got a sparkling kitchen and having gained sustenance from a bacon sandwich for lunch I turned my energy to the chooks. I'm ashamed to admit that it was starting to smell a bit like a farm outside our back door and the time had come for a bit of intense hen housework too. The problem with chickens is that they do poo and pooo and then pooooo some more. All well and good but the poo needs cleaning out. Now a weekly de-poo is fine but there comes a time when you just have to go for the pressure wash job, which was today. So covered in muck as the spray hit the back wall of the hen house and sprayed itself back at me I stood in the drizzle hose in hand until the house shone and I dripped. Still no eggs but the poor little things are starting to look more like chickens and less like oven readies on the reduced to sell shelf.

Anyway back to Housework Versus Beads. My guilt and the mess are getting the better of me and the house won. I need to blitz the place before we need maps to find the facilities and I admit I need to pair up the sock mountain rather than keep buying new ones.

I've promised myself this isnt' for ever. Once I've blitzed it the theory is that I can just spend a couple of hours topping up before I head to the shedio and if the PS is lucky he might even get some ironed shirts in his wardrobe.

Lots of fairs coming up this month and another Open Studio so will have to knuckle down.

See you soon x