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Yay for free books! I just got Memoirs Of A Geshia through the post thanks to the fact that the film has just come out, and the Times are up for giving many things away for free recently. Boo to the fact that it's a new edition, and therefore is smaller and not as pretty as the copy they have at the library.
In other news the whole of the house apart from the private bits (my dad's bedroom and the dining room) has been hoovered, making it look slightly more lovely and slightly less as a if giant cat had just shed all of it's fur over the house. Of course that doesn't solve all of my problems, I can't hoover the dining room when my father is in it, and I can't hoover it while he's asleep, so there is actually no time in which I get to hoover the room, and therefore it looks like I removed the cat hair from every other room in the house and put it in here. I have also nearly done all the washing that needs to be done (including the stuff that has been sitting in the bottom of the washing basket since before I went to Nottingham. I'm feeling rather accomplished and clean today. I still need a new lightswitch (where do you buy lightswitches?) and the parent needs a new hairbrush, and I need to start making lists of things I need for my Germany trip but I've got some time to go yet.
While I'm feeling happy with myself, and accomplished about what I've done today, I'm rather upset about the fact that last night I washed up the dishes, emptied the bin, fed the cats, put the bin and the recycling at the end of the path, and then brought the bin and recyling box in this morning, fed the cats, and did all the hoovering, and not once has the parent said anything. Also, I had a slight stabbing pain in my wrist last night, it wasn't really sore, but it hurt to put my wait on it and it hurt when it came to carrying two weeks worth of newspapers to the end of the path, and yet he didn't even mention that it might have hurt me to take the recycling out - despite my having mentioned it when I was washing up - and he hasn't mentioned it all day today. It strikes me that I might as well be a robotic maid for all the conversation and care that I get these days.
In other news the whole of the house apart from the private bits (my dad's bedroom and the dining room) has been hoovered, making it look slightly more lovely and slightly less as a if giant cat had just shed all of it's fur over the house. Of course that doesn't solve all of my problems, I can't hoover the dining room when my father is in it, and I can't hoover it while he's asleep, so there is actually no time in which I get to hoover the room, and therefore it looks like I removed the cat hair from every other room in the house and put it in here. I have also nearly done all the washing that needs to be done (including the stuff that has been sitting in the bottom of the washing basket since before I went to Nottingham. I'm feeling rather accomplished and clean today. I still need a new lightswitch (where do you buy lightswitches?) and the parent needs a new hairbrush, and I need to start making lists of things I need for my Germany trip but I've got some time to go yet.
While I'm feeling happy with myself, and accomplished about what I've done today, I'm rather upset about the fact that last night I washed up the dishes, emptied the bin, fed the cats, put the bin and the recycling at the end of the path, and then brought the bin and recyling box in this morning, fed the cats, and did all the hoovering, and not once has the parent said anything. Also, I had a slight stabbing pain in my wrist last night, it wasn't really sore, but it hurt to put my wait on it and it hurt when it came to carrying two weeks worth of newspapers to the end of the path, and yet he didn't even mention that it might have hurt me to take the recycling out - despite my having mentioned it when I was washing up - and he hasn't mentioned it all day today. It strikes me that I might as well be a robotic maid for all the conversation and care that I get these days.