I'm starting to think that I really should consider doing something about the fact that even bachelors are telling me that my bedroom is in need of a little TLC...
After scrubbing up for a night on the tiles, one remarked: "I'm amazed you manage to emerge from that looking like that."
Yes, it is one of the tricks of managing femininity along with some tomboyishness in one's life. My room's a state and I still manage to keep myself in some kind of order, and still know where the things I need are in it. But I really should tidy the bloody place up. There are so many things that I really should do...