Domestic Bliss
The girls weren't home last night and are busy at the hospitals today. So last night and this morning, I've had the house to myself. And I love it.
Now that I've washed up all the accumulated plates and saucepans which Housemate 1 always leaves, and put everything away, the kitchen is looking very respectable. I've finally sorted out my laundry and realised I didn't just have one load waiting, I had four... No wonder I don't have any underwear left.
This morning, the sun was coming in through the kitchen windows, and I really enjoyed the quiet, the calm, and the knowledge that everything was where I'd left it. I feel like I can work quite calmly today, whilst the washing machine chunters away, and I'll be completely undisturbed.
Sometimes, I don't care that I'm antisocial. And it's days like these that really make me want to be successful at something, just so I can afford to live like this.
I can't wait for September... Moving out of here - although it's a nice house, it is in chavland - and into somewhere more... adult, I suppose. Less student, more professional. Because that's what I'll become... Scary thought.
Right. Enough procrasinatory ramblings. Dissertation time.
Now that I've washed up all the accumulated plates and saucepans which Housemate 1 always leaves, and put everything away, the kitchen is looking very respectable. I've finally sorted out my laundry and realised I didn't just have one load waiting, I had four... No wonder I don't have any underwear left.
This morning, the sun was coming in through the kitchen windows, and I really enjoyed the quiet, the calm, and the knowledge that everything was where I'd left it. I feel like I can work quite calmly today, whilst the washing machine chunters away, and I'll be completely undisturbed.
Sometimes, I don't care that I'm antisocial. And it's days like these that really make me want to be successful at something, just so I can afford to live like this.
I can't wait for September... Moving out of here - although it's a nice house, it is in chavland - and into somewhere more... adult, I suppose. Less student, more professional. Because that's what I'll become... Scary thought.
Right. Enough procrasinatory ramblings. Dissertation time.